MommaOfMuse
Member Since 2010
Autumn has a new habit, she has decided that being a lap cat might not be such a bad idea after all. She's always been a cuddly girl, just not a lap girl, lay beside you and let you pet her until your arm fell off, fine...Sit on a lap, not so much. Or if she would want on your lap she would sit at your feet, give you Puss in Boots eyes and pat your leg until you picked her up, then only sit there for a few minutes and want down again. Now since taking her off insulin, getting the swings stopped and starting her back on a microscopic dose she is not only sitting in our laps, she is JUMPING into them. She is still very polite about it, and still asks to come up with a paw pat, but now instead of lifting her up, we just pat our laps and up she jumps looking very smug at this new found talent.
Now to address the elephant in the room, which is my absence the last couple of days and my state of being at the moment. Losing Angel on Monday has effected me greatly, Angel was my steadfast little rock of a cat. In the 4 years on this board, I have lost 3 cats, my mother, my aunt, lived through a major upheaval in my marriage, and been so ill that just crawling out of bed to care for my own herd was a challenge and still looked forward to and have been here to help where I could. But the loss of Angel has shaken me to my core. I have tried so many times yesterday to log in and check on all my kitties here only to log back out and dissolve into tears.
I love all my fur kids but there are some that just grabbed the heart more tightly than others, and Angel had me heart and soul from meow. She was my child, she was so tiny when she came into our lives that while she could eat solid food, I also bottle fed her just to make sure she got all that she needed to recover. Her little feet were so sore, that I carried her in my hoodie pocket or a baby sling, until she was strong enough to run and play on her own. She never met a person or animal that wasn't her best friend. Her all time favorite thing in the world to do was race us to a table or a counter top where she could get on our shoulders to ride like a parrot around the house. She wasn't a physically big cat, but she has left an huge whole in our family. It took her leaving us to realize just how much of everything that happens in this house she was a part of, from cooking meals to housework to relaxing in the evenings, the one constant in the house was Angel being in the thick of it. She would have loved the first Christmas tree this year, I know she would have, she would have been right in the thick of it, helping with the lights and garland, climbing the tree and batting at the ornaments.
I have been doing rescue a lot of years and have said my final good-byes so many times, and while each one takes a piece of my heart, none have shattered my heart in as many pieces as saying Good-Bye to Angel has. I am crushed beyond belief, it is the not knowing why that my sweet darling girl is gone from my arms that is killing me. I want someone or something to blame, something to fix, something to be angry at, and there is just nothing to lash out at or fix to prevent this from happening again. When I lost Muse I had something I could do, and I did it, I threw myself in learning all I could about feline diabetes, when I lost Musette I learned to read bloodwork so I would catch what the vets were missing, with Onyx it was cancer so again I had a reason and could research and work towards prevention. Angel just leaves more questions than answers. We suspect it was by a missed jump and her hitting something on the way down but we don't know for sure and never will. And how do you keep a cat from jumping? This is a creature that by their very nature are designed to run, jump, climb and leap. So since asking a cat not to jump on high things is much like asking a snowman not to melt in summer sun, its comes down to how to make it safe for them to jump on high places. So Jon and I are scraping a lot of our Christmas plans and throwing the cash and energy into turning this house into a kitty playhouse, we are going to be working on giving them a vertical highway as well as several more trees to climb and jump on safely. Then trying to find a way to discourage them from leaping on the top of the cupboards.
I'm going to try real hard to get my wheels back under me again and start being here like I have been but for now I'm asking for some time and understanding if I don't get to everyone's condos and if I just plain can't be here everyday for awhile. Right now it is just very hard.
Mel and The Fur Gang
Now to address the elephant in the room, which is my absence the last couple of days and my state of being at the moment. Losing Angel on Monday has effected me greatly, Angel was my steadfast little rock of a cat. In the 4 years on this board, I have lost 3 cats, my mother, my aunt, lived through a major upheaval in my marriage, and been so ill that just crawling out of bed to care for my own herd was a challenge and still looked forward to and have been here to help where I could. But the loss of Angel has shaken me to my core. I have tried so many times yesterday to log in and check on all my kitties here only to log back out and dissolve into tears.
I love all my fur kids but there are some that just grabbed the heart more tightly than others, and Angel had me heart and soul from meow. She was my child, she was so tiny when she came into our lives that while she could eat solid food, I also bottle fed her just to make sure she got all that she needed to recover. Her little feet were so sore, that I carried her in my hoodie pocket or a baby sling, until she was strong enough to run and play on her own. She never met a person or animal that wasn't her best friend. Her all time favorite thing in the world to do was race us to a table or a counter top where she could get on our shoulders to ride like a parrot around the house. She wasn't a physically big cat, but she has left an huge whole in our family. It took her leaving us to realize just how much of everything that happens in this house she was a part of, from cooking meals to housework to relaxing in the evenings, the one constant in the house was Angel being in the thick of it. She would have loved the first Christmas tree this year, I know she would have, she would have been right in the thick of it, helping with the lights and garland, climbing the tree and batting at the ornaments.
I have been doing rescue a lot of years and have said my final good-byes so many times, and while each one takes a piece of my heart, none have shattered my heart in as many pieces as saying Good-Bye to Angel has. I am crushed beyond belief, it is the not knowing why that my sweet darling girl is gone from my arms that is killing me. I want someone or something to blame, something to fix, something to be angry at, and there is just nothing to lash out at or fix to prevent this from happening again. When I lost Muse I had something I could do, and I did it, I threw myself in learning all I could about feline diabetes, when I lost Musette I learned to read bloodwork so I would catch what the vets were missing, with Onyx it was cancer so again I had a reason and could research and work towards prevention. Angel just leaves more questions than answers. We suspect it was by a missed jump and her hitting something on the way down but we don't know for sure and never will. And how do you keep a cat from jumping? This is a creature that by their very nature are designed to run, jump, climb and leap. So since asking a cat not to jump on high things is much like asking a snowman not to melt in summer sun, its comes down to how to make it safe for them to jump on high places. So Jon and I are scraping a lot of our Christmas plans and throwing the cash and energy into turning this house into a kitty playhouse, we are going to be working on giving them a vertical highway as well as several more trees to climb and jump on safely. Then trying to find a way to discourage them from leaping on the top of the cupboards.
I'm going to try real hard to get my wheels back under me again and start being here like I have been but for now I'm asking for some time and understanding if I don't get to everyone's condos and if I just plain can't be here everyday for awhile. Right now it is just very hard.
Mel and The Fur Gang
