|
Jesus, it's been nearly a week shy of four months from the day we had to put him down.  His names tended to be generated from one or more prefixes and/or suffixes, in the tradition of random Diablo II/III monsters, though the algorithm was not intentional.Prefixes: Beautiful Beautifulest Drapey Draping Drapingest Elderly Engulfing Fat loving Goodest Little Love-filled Loveful Nestful Nesty Nesting Nestingest Old Soft Softest Spoiled Vibrating Suffixes: rear end rear end in a top hat Bastard Boy Dick gently caress Fucker Lover Man Mewmurroo Monsewer Moomoo Murroo poo poo Shitfuck Post-suffixes: Ever In the universe In the world Of love There will never be another one like him and I'm starting to cry just writing this list. There's no substitute for an unnaturally pretty/friendly Siamese-tabby pinning you to the couch and forcing you to take a nap, or invading and hobbling you during a game of WarCraft III, or stealing food on its way to your sister's mouth, or literally stealing food from her mouth, or sashaying up to you after work to demand attention/to be carried around on your left shoulder, or spooning with you on a bed, or coming right back to bed after he's done with the litterbox, or staying in bed to resume cuddling when you return from the toilet. Anyone trapped under him was exempt from doing anything or contributing in any way (barring extreme emergencies) until he decided to get up, either from boredom or from people in the room talking too loudly. His favorite activity was to be cradled in one arm as the other gave him a comprehensive belly/neck/head rub/scratch, with deep/forceful skull/ear massage at a very close second, which would result in drooling and eyes derping the gently caress out until he had a catgasm and would fling saliva everywhere. He'd let me grip the sides of his neck and rub my face on his, as he'd do to me. When his (blood/bone, not sure which) cancer and kidney failure reached a point where his jaw trembled in time with each labored breath, and his remaining purring was faint and Geiger counter-like, we had him put down. It was the absolute easiest decision we've ever made, though also the most excruciating loss. I emphatically disliked cats before we met him, and now I've a crippling addiction to them, especially seal-/lynx-point tabbies.
|
#
¿
Jul 4, 2016 00:03
|
|
|
|
| # ¿ May 22, 2024 18:02 |
|
|
Tony Doughnuts posted:I like to "talk for her" and for some reason I have the idea in my head that if she could talk she would start every sentence with "my name's daisy" Oh yeah, narrating thoughts and lives is the best. It's fun to do for strangers, too!
|
|
#
¿
Sep 25, 2016 01:38
|
|