kate and pansy
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Friday, May 06, 2005

I am sad. Sad, sad, sad. Lucky is no more. Yes, I know I am a bad cat owner. It just seems to cruel to keep cats locked up in a house. They want to wander about. I know its all my fault.
Lucky has always been pretty much a stay at home cat. He would go out occassionally but not for very long. In the last month or so, he has really begun to appreciate the great outdoors. He would either go out in the morning and be out all day or he would spend the day in the house and then at night, out he would go. Standing by the door and meowing. I think he had a little cat friend. He wasn't getting into fights. Was losing the occasional collar. He did return into the house on Saturday morning covered in mud. I don't know what he had gotten into but he was filthy. Which meant that yes, I gave him a bath with a little bit of shampoo and a whole lot claws.
Wednesday night he watched tv with the H and me (he sits on one person and sheds a lot and gets petted and purrs then when he gets bored of that he walks to the other side of the couch and does the same thing with the other person). I watched Desperate Housewives with Lucky and then he got up and meowed by the door, I opened it and told him to be good.
Thursday morning there was a lot of sunshine so I woke up before the alarm clock. I didn't here any meowing. Lucky is an early riser. When he sleeps in the house, he sleeps upstairs. As soon as he hears anyone up, he starts meowing outside the door because he's lonely damnit! Lately he has been developing his meowing technique. He knows if he meows outside our bedroom door, we ignore him until we are ready to face the day. The Blessing is an easier touch. He can meow and wake her up and she will then come and open our door and aha! cat victory! He can jump on the bed and meow into our faces. When he goes out at night, come the morning he is at the front door, full of noise and ready to come and inspect his food bowl.
I was a trifle disturbed by his absence that morning. But I thought maybe he was having too good a time. As the day went on, I thought more about it and was more worried. When he had disappeared before, it was because the Blessing had shut him up in the chest of drawers (missing 24 hours that time) and I knew because I had let Lucky out, the Blessing couldn't have trapped him anywhere. When I got home yesterday evening, he wasn't waiting at the front step or in the back and I really started thinking the worst.
The H arrived home and called me into the kitchen. The neighborhood kids had told him that the builders had found Lucky, most likely struck by a car, and they had buried him. I am catless.
He was a good cat. He was noisy but always gentle. He never scratched the Blessing even though she shut him in drawers and closets, put him in buggies and baby cots, dressed him and tried to get him to wear jewelry. He liked to sleep on the tv, he shed white fur everywhere, he didn't understand why he didn't get Ben and Jerry's ice cream, he was extremely affectionate, loved people and occasionally climbed up the chimney. He made me feel complete and I loved him.

Sad, sad, sad.

posted at 4:33 AM

Sorry to hear about your cat, he had a very good life, and now he's in a better place.
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Just like the state of nature, nasty, brutish and short...I was always fond of the nickname 'Craxi'...Sometimes I cook, sometimes I tend bar, sometimes I even knit. Mostly I try not to read the plethora of government publications that cross my desk and write one page summaries.
favorite food: lobster. ben and jerry's ice cream
favorite show: CSI
favorite drink: grey goose vodka (with ice, it doesn't need anything else)
age: far older than I like to admit/contemplate

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