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Things I wonder about: Am I the only person that takes their vacuum cleaner apart and washes it? Every two months? My sister said I was strange. Although, she does that a lot, so that may not be indicative of anything.

In the crazy soap opera that is a_list_celebs, strange things are afoot. Will Ferrell and Johnny Depp, while commiserating over their recent Golden Globe losses with Chinese food (or as the Chinese call it: food) and beer, have switched bodies. Well, Depp is in Will, and Will ended up in Gwyneth Paltrow. Actually, he ended up in Gwyneth's unborn child, a la Being John Malkovich. You have no idea how much this comm keeps me out of trouble, okay? I am amused that the first thing Johnny Depp does is touch the top of a door frame. Heh. Short man envy. (It's all amping up for body switching silliness for the weekend, for those who read along.)

Our oldest cat, Crawford, aka Grandpa, aka The Teflon Kitty. We call him that last one because he has skirted death many times. We try and limit his contact with other cats, as we believe he has sucked the lives from other cats and is currently on his 12th.

Ways my cat has used his "Nine Lives" and then some:

  • was trapped in a six inch diameter storm drain for a week after being chased in there by a stray dog

  • was trapped in the foundation of a neighbor's house for a week and a half after being chased in there by a stray dog (she finally told us she thought she heard meowing under her bathroom floor.!!!)

  • was trapped in the attic of our house for three days in the Texas summer while we moved after being chased up there by imaginary dogs

  • was hit by a car going in excess of 50mph, was pulled UP into the wheel-well, and completely "de-gloved" on his hindquarters. The bandages provided us with hours of entertainments (see Fig.1)

  • was trapped in a neighbor's garage for a week when they went on vacation

  • Oh, and he has gastrointestinal cancer. That counts for about six lives right there.

Now he's old - 15 - and just looks for warm laps, and missing that, a warm patch of carpet under a window and sleeps. He knows when a certain family down the street takes a walk, so he likes to go outside and rub up against their toddler and be praised for his pretty face and fur, but other than that, you can count on him being in front of my desk at the window or on the freshly folded laundry.

He's been missing for four days now. He has medication that enables him to eat - he hasn't had that in 5. He can't eat anything that isn't soft. My son has figured it out - the girls haven't yet. Mr. S and I are pretty sure he's wandered off to die - stupid cats and their independent nature. We've been talking in quiet tones about possibly putting him to sleep this year - he hisses a lot now after trying to groom himself - he has tumors in his mouth, hence the soft food - and I'm of the school of thought that it's cruel to keep a pet alive for my enjoyment. I've had enough cats to know that they have an internal sense of doom - if they live that long. Dogs come home to their masters, cat find a hollow.

I spent yesterday checking the neighborhood's shrubbery and drainage ditches. Tapped on garages and whistled. Checked with area vets. I was nervous about putting up fliers - the kids will have a hard time with it. Besides - he just doesn't GO anywhere, and I know the neighbors. More importantly, everyone on our two blocks knows Crawford - he's just that friendly. Anyone that walks by gets a greeting and a rub. Chatty little thing...

Well... our other old cat, Scrappy, aka The Drooler - this is our 22 pound Maine Coon - has been caterwauling at night. He never does. When Crawford started showing signs of being sick, HE got SYMPATHY SICK. Little bastard. Crawford is his mentor, his buddy, the one who grooms his head, and he knows something's up, too.

Crawford was my son's secret bedtime buddy, too. I don't allow him to sleep with the cats because he stays up late catering to their every whim. Like... never stop petting me, boy. 1 am, he's almost asleep, and STILL stroking them, little prima donnas. Sigh. My son hasn't given up hope. He thinks he'll turn up, like he has in the past. I think Scrappy and I know better. I know animals die. I just wish - if he has - that I could have done better for him in the end. It's been awfully cold at night.

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(Fig.1 - Crawford with a pain patch on his side and HILARIOUS holiday-themed bandages. Watching cats high step is one of the funnier things in this life to witness.)

Sorry for the whine. Just had to see it and say it, I think. And my sickening need to use humor to deal is the reason behind the icon. Heh. We laugh so we don't cry, folks.


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Jan. 19th, 2006 07:35 am (UTC)
Oh, sweetie. No words. Love you, Pat
Jan. 19th, 2006 07:37 am (UTC)
*hugs you, too*

Maybe they're keeping each other company in the Great Sunny Field with Things To Chase beyond.
Jan. 19th, 2006 07:46 am (UTC)
Oh, honey

*pets and loves you*
Jan. 19th, 2006 08:03 am (UTC)
Thanks so much. *rests head on your shoulder* Damn things making us love them.
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Jan. 19th, 2006 07:47 am (UTC)
I am so so sorry to hear about your kitty *hugs*
Jan. 19th, 2006 08:03 am (UTC)
Thanks, Swm. I just looked up at that picture and remembered him kicking his legs out in a weird manner to walk, and laughed all over again. He was a great kitty. ACK.

Now I've said "was." He'll turn up, you watch.
*hugs back*
Jan. 19th, 2006 07:54 am (UTC)
Oh, heart. Crawford sounds like an absolutely amazing cat.

Jan. 19th, 2006 08:02 am (UTC)
And you know as soon as I'm fully resigned, and "have the talk" with the kids this weekend, he's come sauntering in demanding food on a china plate.

*hearts you tunz, also*
Jan. 19th, 2006 07:57 am (UTC)
Oh, honey *hugs you* It's hard to lose pets, doubly so when the kids are so close to them. I do hope you can find him, at least to officially put him down and give your son closure.

And I do not understand, in human or animals, the need to keep something alive when they are plainly miserable and hurting and never going to get better. If there's a chance, a real one, definitely. But if they're old and hurting and it's time, let it just be time. Give them that dignity, whether it's a grandmother or a beloved cat.
Jan. 19th, 2006 08:01 am (UTC)
I agree one hundred percent. (Which is why I feel overwhelming guilt right now - I hate the thought of him curling up in the storm drain in the cold. But then, he's always been the cat to have it his way or no way, so...)

*hugs you back*
Jan. 19th, 2006 08:00 am (UTC)
I'm so sorry to hear about your kitty. *hugs*

He's adorable in that picture; cats are so funny when they've got something restricting their movement and they don't want to lose their dignity. Actually, whenever cats don't want to lose their dignity, they're pretty funny.
Jan. 19th, 2006 08:06 am (UTC)
Yes! And man, he was a haughty cat. He knows how gorgeous and shiny he is, how beloved, and works it to his full advantage.

Would literally walk into a room, strike a pose, and suss out the best lap for praise and pets. Watching him try and do that with those bandages? Priceless. (And those are the short ones! The first set came up over his hips. Bwah! OH, how he scowled at us.)
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Jan. 19th, 2006 08:10 am (UTC)
I love how tender our boys can be with their fur budies, you know? My boy is so loud, so rambunctous, but he takes his job of feeding Crawford and helping groom him so seriously. He's so tender with the the cat, it's sweet. His whole demeanor would change with Crawford.

*hugs you tight* Thanks, Anne. I just wish I could have done better for him, that is, if the little shit isn't sleeping on a pillow in some random person's house. He went out without his collar (it hurts his throat, so we aren't dilligent about his tags.)
Jan. 19th, 2006 08:11 am (UTC)
I know how hard it is to lose a pet.

Jan. 19th, 2006 08:15 am (UTC)
Thanks, sweets. And "lose" is the right word in this case. I just want to know where he is, you know? *heads off for another stroll around the neighborhood with pictures*

*hugs you back*
Jan. 19th, 2006 08:41 am (UTC)
I'm so sorry to hear about your kitty.
Jan. 19th, 2006 09:16 am (UTC)
Thanks, Michelle. And I just checked out your user pics to see your pirate kitty and have a laugh. One of the best Dennis (frickin' awesome cat name) pictures EVER.
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Jan. 19th, 2006 08:41 am (UTC)
:( Losing pets is so hard. They're family.

::hugs to you and kids::
Jan. 19th, 2006 09:16 am (UTC)
Thanks, Sam. *squishes*
Jan. 19th, 2006 08:42 am (UTC)
aww, poor kitty :(


Jan. 19th, 2006 09:17 am (UTC)
Thanks, Carrie. *sigh*

*hugs back*
Jan. 19th, 2006 08:48 am (UTC)
Crawford sounds like he's had a super-stellar badass life. What an amazing guy! I'm so sorry, and I hope you find him, one way or another.

::pets your bony head so your eyes bug out::
Jan. 19th, 2006 09:18 am (UTC)
You know? He did. He ha(s)d a life full of laps, secret feedings under the table, and lots of willing hands. Thanks, Jolie.

*lets eyes hang on stalks for a bit to scare the neighbors*
Jan. 19th, 2006 09:08 am (UTC)
(((((HUGS)))))) I'm sorry.
Jan. 19th, 2006 09:19 am (UTC)
*squish back* And thanks, tootsie.
Jan. 19th, 2006 09:23 am (UTC)
Aw, babe. Lots of love and hugs for you and the family. It's hard to let them go.
Jan. 19th, 2006 09:26 am (UTC)
Aw! Look at the puppers in your icon. *beeps their noses*

Thanks, Yin. *hugs you, and makes additional trip to big field across the street to search yet again...*
Jan. 19th, 2006 09:55 am (UTC)
*tacklesquish* God. What an adventurous life he's had. I'm going to hold out hope that he's just out having another one, and that he'll make his way home. Love to you and yours.
Jan. 19th, 2006 10:15 am (UTC)
KITTEH of LARGITUDE! *hugs the tiger because COME ON - huge kitty paws for rubbing*

That little rapscallion has thrown us for so many loops, it's hard to not think he's just decided to adopt a family for a few days before bolting and heading back.

*love and squishes and gratitude for the playing around - it's made me very happy as of late*
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