Five years ago today, my bluepoint Siamese, Leela, passed into the clearing at the end of the path. I still miss her deeply. Lilly is a sweet, loving, crazy, affectionate cat who displays all the best traits of her breed, and I adore her beyond words...but there are mornings where I wake up with a blue-faced girl purring on my chest and think 'ah ( Read more... )

Three years ago today, my kitty passed into the clearing at the end of the path, and left me here to take care of Nyssa. I miss her desperately ( Read more... )

One year ago today, my best friend, beloved companion, darling girl, love of my life, biggest fan and constant trial left me to scout the trails that lead to the clearing at the end of the path. She's waiting for me there, I'm sure, and ready to give me holy hell for taking so long, whenever I get around to arriving. She is in good company -- ( Read more... )

( In which there is sorrow, and Seanan gets maudlin. I'm almost done mourning for Leela, I promise, but still, it takes a while. )

Memo to myself: when your beloved cat whom you still wake up crying for in the middle of the night has been dead for less than a month, and you do not yet have a kitten to distract yourself with, perhaps taking 'Pet Sematary' with you as reading material on the way to and from work isn't such a brilliant idea. It is, in fact, probably a really, ( Read more... )

So my viewing on Friday didn't go as well as we'd hoped; of the two females Mary currently has, one is definitely darkening to seal and didn't seem to like me much, while the other is missing half her tail and is too young to display signs of personality. So it looks like my hopes of a kitten by shortly after my birthday were, in fact, overly ( Read more... )

I...am not doing so well with pulling myself out of this pit ( Read more... )

Over a hundred people say goodbye when my baby kitty passed away, and for that, I am more thankful than I can possibly express ( Read more... )

One of my co-workers gave me a potted yellow tearose, because she said that the rose she got when her kitty died helped her to remember him. I found this very sweet, but given my incredible talent for killing plants, can't help thinking that I'll wind up remembering Leela via the rose because they'll both be the same thing -- unfortunately ( Read more... )

( For fourteen years, I had a cat. Her name was Leela. )