Puss Puss died at approximately 12 noon today. I knew I would be taking her in to the vet for the final time very soon and was debating whether today was the day but she decided for us both. It appeared to be peaceful - I don't think she was in pain but she sure was tired. Last night she ate some gourmet food and slept on the bed with me a bit before going back to her heating pad. This morning she collapsed and it was over quickly.
It is, of course, a swamp outside in the fur-baby resting place in my woods. Been raining for 2 days with hail yesterday so digging a hole will be delayed for a while and a mess when it has to be done.
Meanwhile, Shaggy Kitty had made an escape to the outside world on Friday and hadn't returned. For many years she was an inside only kitty but I started letting her go outside during the day several years ago. This time she had gotten angry at Charlie picking on her and not being intimidated by her hissing and smacking him - she was 'de-clawed' by her previous human - so when I opened the door to let the dogs out she booked.
When I hadn't seen her for several days I thought she was gone too. Then, as I came back in from taking Puss Puss out to the garage to wait for the rain to stop, there was Shaggy at the back door. When I let her in she just about unhinged her jaw burying her face in the gourmet cat food I put out for her now that Puss Puss doesn't need it. Shaggy is getting old, losing weight and her fur is looking a bit - shaggy. She will be getting her annual blood work on Dec 4. I am not sure how much longer she will be here yowling, hissing and smacking the other animals around. Her Royal Majesty, Princess Shaggy.
Life ends, life goes on.
Koko is fat. The puny, flea ridden, encrusted kitten of a few months ago has disappeared. In her place is a sassy, ornery, aggravating bully. And, of course, I love her. If I ever find out who spoiled her and turned her into this brat I will have to have a serious talk with her tho……
All the other fur-babies are doing OK. Charlie is scheduled to be ‘fixed’ on December 6 and a week or so later I will probably start taking him to PetLand and TSC to try and find him an adoptive home. He seems to be a late blossoming chewer. Phone books, leather cell phone cases, DVD cords, extension cords, plastic cat dishes and……………YECHHHHH – gets into the cat litter. That will all stop quickly tho. I have my ways…..
Deer hunting season is in full swing so I may have to paint 'DOG' in large pink, fluorescent letters on Chica's sides. She is deer color and after some of the local yokels have been sitting in a tree stand drinking beer for a few hours she may be close enough to looking like a deer to warrant a shot or two.......Altho I have to wonder if they can read.
-me
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