Tuesday, October 2, 2012
My sweet baby Skeletor passed away this morning. She is a lovely rescue kitty who likes to sleep against my chest when I sleep on my side. She also likes to just lie on her back in the middle of the floor, and to watch me cook. She goes apeshit for those Temptations treats. She loves Happy Panda Hour.
She is black and white, but has a weird little brown spot on her leg. She's so soft and funny.
When I make my hand look like a talon and flex my fingers, she comes running for a head scratch, but at the last minute she turns sideways and slams into me with her whole body. She's pretty sedate, but every once in awhile she goes nutsy, and tears around the house at approximately 30 miles an hour.
She doesn't like most people, but there is a handful of them that she's pretty attached to. IF there are two people in bed, she likes to crawl between them in the mornings.
My big dog defers to her always, sometimes sleeping pathetically on a kitty bed, while she lounges on his. She likes to lie across his chew toys, or stand near his food dish while he paces and whines, but never challenges her.
I feel good about being a good mom to my kitty. I feel happy about all the time we spent together, and all the cuddling we did. I feel good about the fact that I could take her from a shelter, and give her a happy, warm place to live. And I feel good about spending the last month making her as comfortable as possible, and nursing her carefully on bad days.
I miss my pretty kitty girl.
I was sad the next morning to not have to break up a kitty slap match at breakfast.
I am so warmed though, by the outpouring of love from family, friends, and strangers. Thank you, everyone. I am so fortunate to have such loving people in my life.