This is just about our lives - four cats, two kids, a musician and a preacher.
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Sunday, May 07, 2006
I still catch myself looking for Noire. During the last month of her life, I had to search for her in different places. We finally unpacked the box of books that she had slept on for almost a year. Her new places included the kitchen table, a cushion in an afternoon sun spot, under the kitchen table, and in the bathtub.
Noire usually kept her distance from the boy cats. They disturbed her peace. Every now and again, she would tolerate Diego sleeping near her. But Hobbes just offended her. Up until the last 8 - 10 months of her life, Noire would keep Hobbes in line with a swat on his rear. It was usually a sneak attack while he was eating.
I had wondered if the kitty boys would notice her passing. They have both needed more attention this week. Hobbes is always my velcro cat, and he has been even clingier this week. He has also spent more time with his lovey. Many years ago, Hobbes shredded a pair of rabbit fur ear muffs. The remaining shreds are his favorite companion. He carries the black fur around, talking to it with the "I've got prey" meow. He usually stores it in the food dish (which deeply offended Noire).
I had only lost cats to car accidents and sudden illness. Losing an elderly pet doesn't carry the same gut-wrenching pain, but I miss my kitty girl.Labels: Juice Fast
12:29 PM
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