kryskat
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Kasha was very active this morning - moving around a lot. I let her down into the basement and she explored for a while. I left the door open for her to come back and soon I heard her crunching some greenies from her bathroom bowl. I went back to sleep for a while and woke up to her next to my pillow.
After her shot today, I deleted all the alarms I have set up on my phone... guess I won't need those hourly reminders anymore. Or the middle of the night snack time alarm.
More Kasha stories I remember:
Maybe our first Christmas together, I gave Kasha a catnip toy all wrapped. She tore the paper off and that became a tradition - even if it was just a little tissue paper wrapped around a new toy with catnip, every year she'd unwrap her gift. But that first time (or maybe the 2nd, not sure), we did gifts and then ex-BF and I went to my parents' for the day. We got home and in the dim light, I could see that all was NOT well in the front room of the apartment. Something was all over the floor. I thought possibly she'd been violently ill or something - till we turned on the light in that room. It was shredded wrapping papper. Everywhere. She'd gathered up a lot of the wrapping paper pieces and shoved them behind something or other in a corner of the room. Then she apparently chose pieces and rolled around shredding them until she'd basically covered the entire carpet in that room. Just that room.
I just remembered how she would hoard things like paper - hiding them behind chairs, etc...
She was a thief too. A food thief. We would sit around on the floor or the couch and eat dinner, etc. I remember hearing something outside so we got up to check it out. When we got back, ex-Bf's steak was halfway across the room. Once it was an oatmeal cookie, suddenly no longer on the plate, missing a tiny bite.
She enjoyed spicy food. We would get super spicy Chinese food and she would beg and beg. Finally we thought, ok - have a piece, thinking that would be the end of the begging. But she just ate it, licked her lips and asked for more.
Did I mention the midnight attacks? I don't recall. I would get up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water. I'd be walking through the dark and she'd attack out of nowhere... suddenly you'd feel teeth on your achilles tendon, or claws on back of your knee. I'd freeze, the attack lasted a moment and then she'd disappear in the darkness. I'd be left wondering if I should continue on to the kitchen or if any movement would bring on another unprovoked attack. She never hurt me - just startled me. Sometimes, she'd rush you and if your knees weren't locked or if she hit you just right, she'd knock you to the ground.
When we had company, I'd be upstairs finishing getting ready and she'd wait with me. When I went downstairs, she'd walk with me and we'd enter the room together.
Ex-BF and I went to Asia for a month, years ago. A friend of his was living at our house and he took care of Kasha. When we got home, she looked at me like she was seeing a ghost and ran away from me. I think she thought we were dead. Then I picked her up and cuddled her. She purred and purred. Then she hauled back and slapped my face and yelled at me. It was pretty clear that I was never to scare her like that again. How could I have left her for so long?!?!
She hurt her leg once and ex-BF took her to the vet. He called and asked if it was ok for them to sedate her - I said why? He said they already tried the long leather glove and she just ran right up it and went for their faces. So, I said she could be sedated. After, he took her home and made her poached salmon. That's the kind of guy he is.
We'd go for walks on a leash - she'd see her street and take off running, sometimes jerking me off my feet.
I gave her some pipe cleaner toy that she loved. She loved it so much that I caught her in the kitchen sink, pushing it down the drain. I guess it was a pipe cleaner, maybe she thought it belonged there.
When we'd travel, she'd lie on the back ledge of the car, under the back window and watch the cars.
Sometimes she'd put toys in my work bag and I'd find them at work.
When my house sitter ventured into my bedroom looking for her, she attacked - snarling hissing hitting slapping - until he backed out of their. The bedroom was off limits. She followed him to make sure he didn't go back in.
And finally, a few years ago, I got really sick. Not life-threatening, I just couldn't get better for a long time. My ex-BF came to visit for a few weeks to take care of me. Kasha's never been a cuddler. I was lying on a papasan cushion on the ground and I woke up and she was curled up right by me. I started crying and my ex, who knows me so well, said "Just because she's there with you, doesn't mean you're dying!" It was kind of funny... I just thought - oh, she knows something I don't - maybe there is something really wrong with me...
I cannot believe that tonight she won't be here with me. The anticipation of that pain is worse than anything I've ever felt. I don't know how I'm going to get thru this. So many days she was the reason to get up in the morning. What will I do without her? I don't even remember a life without her. I've never been on my own without her.
If anyone knows the song "Without You" from the musical Rent - it's been playing thru my head since yesterday. It pretty much sums up how I feel.
Yesterday
After her shot today, I deleted all the alarms I have set up on my phone... guess I won't need those hourly reminders anymore. Or the middle of the night snack time alarm.
More Kasha stories I remember:
Maybe our first Christmas together, I gave Kasha a catnip toy all wrapped. She tore the paper off and that became a tradition - even if it was just a little tissue paper wrapped around a new toy with catnip, every year she'd unwrap her gift. But that first time (or maybe the 2nd, not sure), we did gifts and then ex-BF and I went to my parents' for the day. We got home and in the dim light, I could see that all was NOT well in the front room of the apartment. Something was all over the floor. I thought possibly she'd been violently ill or something - till we turned on the light in that room. It was shredded wrapping papper. Everywhere. She'd gathered up a lot of the wrapping paper pieces and shoved them behind something or other in a corner of the room. Then she apparently chose pieces and rolled around shredding them until she'd basically covered the entire carpet in that room. Just that room.
I just remembered how she would hoard things like paper - hiding them behind chairs, etc...
She was a thief too. A food thief. We would sit around on the floor or the couch and eat dinner, etc. I remember hearing something outside so we got up to check it out. When we got back, ex-Bf's steak was halfway across the room. Once it was an oatmeal cookie, suddenly no longer on the plate, missing a tiny bite.
She enjoyed spicy food. We would get super spicy Chinese food and she would beg and beg. Finally we thought, ok - have a piece, thinking that would be the end of the begging. But she just ate it, licked her lips and asked for more.
Did I mention the midnight attacks? I don't recall. I would get up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water. I'd be walking through the dark and she'd attack out of nowhere... suddenly you'd feel teeth on your achilles tendon, or claws on back of your knee. I'd freeze, the attack lasted a moment and then she'd disappear in the darkness. I'd be left wondering if I should continue on to the kitchen or if any movement would bring on another unprovoked attack. She never hurt me - just startled me. Sometimes, she'd rush you and if your knees weren't locked or if she hit you just right, she'd knock you to the ground.
When we had company, I'd be upstairs finishing getting ready and she'd wait with me. When I went downstairs, she'd walk with me and we'd enter the room together.
Ex-BF and I went to Asia for a month, years ago. A friend of his was living at our house and he took care of Kasha. When we got home, she looked at me like she was seeing a ghost and ran away from me. I think she thought we were dead. Then I picked her up and cuddled her. She purred and purred. Then she hauled back and slapped my face and yelled at me. It was pretty clear that I was never to scare her like that again. How could I have left her for so long?!?!
She hurt her leg once and ex-BF took her to the vet. He called and asked if it was ok for them to sedate her - I said why? He said they already tried the long leather glove and she just ran right up it and went for their faces. So, I said she could be sedated. After, he took her home and made her poached salmon. That's the kind of guy he is.
We'd go for walks on a leash - she'd see her street and take off running, sometimes jerking me off my feet.
I gave her some pipe cleaner toy that she loved. She loved it so much that I caught her in the kitchen sink, pushing it down the drain. I guess it was a pipe cleaner, maybe she thought it belonged there.
When we'd travel, she'd lie on the back ledge of the car, under the back window and watch the cars.
Sometimes she'd put toys in my work bag and I'd find them at work.
When my house sitter ventured into my bedroom looking for her, she attacked - snarling hissing hitting slapping - until he backed out of their. The bedroom was off limits. She followed him to make sure he didn't go back in.
And finally, a few years ago, I got really sick. Not life-threatening, I just couldn't get better for a long time. My ex-BF came to visit for a few weeks to take care of me. Kasha's never been a cuddler. I was lying on a papasan cushion on the ground and I woke up and she was curled up right by me. I started crying and my ex, who knows me so well, said "Just because she's there with you, doesn't mean you're dying!" It was kind of funny... I just thought - oh, she knows something I don't - maybe there is something really wrong with me...
I cannot believe that tonight she won't be here with me. The anticipation of that pain is worse than anything I've ever felt. I don't know how I'm going to get thru this. So many days she was the reason to get up in the morning. What will I do without her? I don't even remember a life without her. I've never been on my own without her.
If anyone knows the song "Without You" from the musical Rent - it's been playing thru my head since yesterday. It pretty much sums up how I feel.
Yesterday
