of cats and kings

Pippi is still with us. I look at her, all 4 lbs and 12 ounces, and keep hoping as she fluctuates up and down. I cannot figure a dish that she will eat predictably, nor can I guarentee success if I get her pills down her throat. But, she still purrs and cuddles, and I always wake with her trying to get closer; so I haven't given up.

She gets all the treats she wants, and anything else I can get her to munch on. All the love and clean boxes she wants, and yet... I hold to the vain hope that she will get *better*. But, for now... she's still here. And that's enough.

Friendship

Happy Mother's day.

Engineer's guide to cats (appros)

In email, as we get such things... a friend sends me a link.
An Engineer's Guide to Cats

As such things go... it's very appropriate.

I hope you enjoy these guy's work...

-e

Mr Taffy has gone on ahead...

I thought it would be *easier*. You never expect to just break down and weep... over a cat. Not just any cat, but a friend. Born 17 years ago on May 31, he expired today 7/17/2008 very peacefully; with me scratching his ears.

One of the complications in treating cancer is that the drugs themselves are so destructive. In this case, renal failure (his kidneys stopped working).

The cancer was temporarily beat back, he was motoring around just fine, and then he just decided it was time. At least he didn't go hurting... just sleepy. (Kinda like the flu)...

Up till this week, he was full of piss-n-vinegar, climbing on my desk and sleeping on my keyboardddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd... and when I came home from work, he'd 'yow at me and then jump off the desk, grumbling.

At night, he'd demand his rights on the pillow next to me, much to the discomfort of my girlfriend... who really didn't want cat in face. But to be fair, she's got a soft heart for him as well.

He never met a meal he didn't like; got along with other cats and kids; and would chomp your hand if you weren't polite... (or at least bluff very convincingly --- I've got scars!) --- but he also let me wash him when he couldn't; carry him when he hurt; and give him the medicines that helped him continue... so that he could eat once more a steak dinner; once more a batch of shrimp in butter; one more pancake; and to cuddle one more time.



he will be missed.