He was 19 years old. For a cat that’s 92 human years. He had late stage renal failure due to cancer. So, today we took him to the Superior Animal Hospital & Boarding Suites and he was put to sleep. We were with him as the medication was administered. He was calm and restful as he drifted into sleep.
I will miss him deeply. I only knew him for 5 years, but I fell for him immediately.
Good bye Freddy. You were a great friend.
Cinnamon is passing gas as she sleeps.
After a very scary Sunday, when he was hours from death, Kang is now home. He is happy, sedate, and content. He’s out of the woods, able to easily empty his bladder. We need to feed him prescription food for urinary tract health. So far he’s snubbed his nose at it. He’ll get hungry and eat eventually. Or he’ll lose weight, which won’t hurt either.
Honestly, she lays right there when I am writing in my journal every morning. She will either lay her head on my arm while I am writing, or she’ll reach out her paw and place it on my forearm.
This is what I have to deal with every morning when I sit at my computer. I try to tell Cinnamon that is not a real mouse, and is certainly not the way you go about catching a mouse. But, as usual, she neither complies nor acknowledges that she hears me.
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Posted by Funny Vines on Friday, December 25, 2015
Her Majesty sitting on Her Throne surveying Her Kingdom.
Okay, I bought a cheap coffee table at Wal-Mart yesterday, put it together this morning, and then fashioned a shoot and boot configuration for the waste. Normally there is a small plastic container that holds the scooped liter, but it would be full in two days. The damn things are expensive as hell. So now I won’t have to switch out new containers every two days. Plus the plastic bags are way, way less expensive.
And yes, I have an electric liter box. With the reconfiguration of the waste container I don’t have any nasty cat smell.
Not that you can tell. Damn linoleum is older than me. I cannot tell I scrubbed them on my hands and knees. But I know they are clean, and that makes me feel content. I can confidently walk on them barefoot and not worry about having some nasty bacterial infection decide to attach itself to my soles.
Now comes the part that my cats hate: vacuuming!
Speaking of cats; Cinnamon, who has been hiding since the start of the floor scrubbing, has now decided to come out and say hi. Is she in for a surprise. She will hate me for the rest of the day, that is for sure.
