Hello, Goodbye
Somehow in my haze of complete outrage and hatred yesterday, I completely forgot to mention the fact that I got a new cat, and I named him Merlin. I know, I'm a dork, but I think it suits him. Anyway, my dad's girlfriend (Linda, for those of you who don't know) decided one day that she wanted to take us to a petshop way out in Mooresville. I went along, for which I am eternally grateful because I met my adorable Merlin there. I walked in the petshop and saw the display of older kittens and I swear, it was love at first sight. He was clearly the most playful and energetic one, not to mention friendly. He walked right up to the cage bars and started licking my fingers and purring and then he started meowing at me, which just absolutely broke my heart because I knew I couldn't get him as I am leaving for Japan in exactly a month and also neither parent would let me keep him in the house. Linda, in the meantime, had found an adorable chihuahua/something or other mix, that was surpirsingly sweet and didn't make me want to die, like most chihuahuas do. In fact, I loved the puppy. Linda and Andrew (my brother) were rallying for me to get the cat, but I knew it was a lost cause, so sadly I said goodbye to the cat I had already started calling Merlin. About an hour later my dad calls me and asks me if I really want the cat. Linda, bless her heart, had convinced him that it was meant to be, so the next morning we drove out to the petshop (at opening time, mind you) to buy my adorable little Merlin. Let me tell you, he is the most awesome cat ever, too. He is extremely friendly, as shown by the way he came right out and played with my friends the day we brought him home. He is very curious and playful, and he's managed to make friends with one of my dad's two cats, with whom he spends most his time (he lives at my dad's house, although my mother, who has a weak-spot for kittens, says he can come over to her house, where I live, too). He is completely unafraid of the carrying case, and in fact walks right into it when it is time for him to go to the vet's office. I mean, isn't that weird? Every cat I've ever known has fought getting in that carrying case, and yet even when the appointment was over, he still walked right back into the carrier. He loves to play, but he also loves to cuddle with me and sit on my lap. He purs very easily and has the softest fur (well, except for Kanda, but she's a special case :-D). Oh, and he likes to give me kisses (he presses his nose up to mouth, it is unbelievably cute). When the cleaning ladies come, he likes to play with the turned-on vacuum cleaner. I know, I heard that and went, whut? He also makes the weirdest kind of half purr half meow noise when he runs. It's hilarious and I love him to death.
In sadder news, it would appear that Tiger is still very ill and will either die naturally or be put down sometime before I go to Japan or shortly after I'm already there. I'm very sad about this, because I love him, and as much as I love Merlin, Tiger's still my first real pet, and I'm going to miss him a lot. I'm going to miss the way he purrs so loudly because he's asthmatic. I'm going to miss his beautiful bright green eyes. I'm going to miss his weird short little meows when he's hungry. I'm going to miss the slightly pahetic sound of his paws rubbing against a door because we got him declawed. I'm going to miss his gorgeous orange fur and the way he kicks his leg like a dog when you scratch his itchy spot. I'm going to miss finding his discarded whiskers lodged in my sheet after I wake up wondering what the hell is poking me in the ass. I'm going to miss coming home to find him lounging on top of the sofa meowing for food. I'm going to miss waking up at 4 in the morning to him knocking down all of the stuff on my dresser and my desk because he somehow got trapped in my room. I'm going to miss him nosing around whenever we have shrimp and tearing up the plastic wrap of every pack of bread we get that we don't store on top of the fridge. I'm going to miss how his tail twitches at the very tip when he's dozing next to me. I'm going to miss the hilarious face he makes when he smells something he finds objectionable. I'm going to miss the way he shakes his feet after using the litter box in order to get rid of litter between his toes. I'm going to miss the look of complete disdain and annoyance he gets on his face everytime he sees the dog. I'm going to miss the way he sometimes bullies Jefferson by eating his food, even though Jeffy is literally like 7 times his size. I'm going to miss holding him for hours because he is just that chill; he won't struggle or anything, he'll just let you hold him and pet him for hours with no complaints. Tiger, I love you and I'll miss you so much when you're gone.
In sadder news, it would appear that Tiger is still very ill and will either die naturally or be put down sometime before I go to Japan or shortly after I'm already there. I'm very sad about this, because I love him, and as much as I love Merlin, Tiger's still my first real pet, and I'm going to miss him a lot. I'm going to miss the way he purrs so loudly because he's asthmatic. I'm going to miss his beautiful bright green eyes. I'm going to miss his weird short little meows when he's hungry. I'm going to miss the slightly pahetic sound of his paws rubbing against a door because we got him declawed. I'm going to miss his gorgeous orange fur and the way he kicks his leg like a dog when you scratch his itchy spot. I'm going to miss finding his discarded whiskers lodged in my sheet after I wake up wondering what the hell is poking me in the ass. I'm going to miss coming home to find him lounging on top of the sofa meowing for food. I'm going to miss waking up at 4 in the morning to him knocking down all of the stuff on my dresser and my desk because he somehow got trapped in my room. I'm going to miss him nosing around whenever we have shrimp and tearing up the plastic wrap of every pack of bread we get that we don't store on top of the fridge. I'm going to miss how his tail twitches at the very tip when he's dozing next to me. I'm going to miss the hilarious face he makes when he smells something he finds objectionable. I'm going to miss the way he shakes his feet after using the litter box in order to get rid of litter between his toes. I'm going to miss the look of complete disdain and annoyance he gets on his face everytime he sees the dog. I'm going to miss the way he sometimes bullies Jefferson by eating his food, even though Jeffy is literally like 7 times his size. I'm going to miss holding him for hours because he is just that chill; he won't struggle or anything, he'll just let you hold him and pet him for hours with no complaints. Tiger, I love you and I'll miss you so much when you're gone.