RIP, Pollux
hillkat's cat Pollux died tonight. He threw a blood clot. Poor kitty. Poor Hillary. Poor Xander, left without his playmate.
Hillary had Pollux when I met her, and the first six months or so that we hung out I was spending a lot of nights in her apartment. He tended to sleep with me on the pull-out trundle bed, not with Hillary, because he had learned the hard way that she thrashes in her sleep... she'd quite literally kicked him out. But I had to watch out for my toes, because he thought they were the best toys ever. And when he pounced on something, it wasn't half-hearted. His acrobatics going after the taunting feather on a string and stick were quite impressive. He also tore the heck out of cardboard scratchers. (I had thought my cat was bad with that, a notion that was firmly disabused after seeing what Pollux did.) And he had an appetite like nothing else. Hillary had to keep his food under lock and key, and even then he sometimes managed to unlock the bin and help himself. Clever cat. And yet he was so big-boned, just a BIG cat. And so sweet.
I hadn't seen much of Pollux in the last five or six years, not since Hillary moved back to Washington. But I got to see him for a little while last year, and though he was bigger, he was still the same Pollux. And I'll miss him.
Hillary had Pollux when I met her, and the first six months or so that we hung out I was spending a lot of nights in her apartment. He tended to sleep with me on the pull-out trundle bed, not with Hillary, because he had learned the hard way that she thrashes in her sleep... she'd quite literally kicked him out. But I had to watch out for my toes, because he thought they were the best toys ever. And when he pounced on something, it wasn't half-hearted. His acrobatics going after the taunting feather on a string and stick were quite impressive. He also tore the heck out of cardboard scratchers. (I had thought my cat was bad with that, a notion that was firmly disabused after seeing what Pollux did.) And he had an appetite like nothing else. Hillary had to keep his food under lock and key, and even then he sometimes managed to unlock the bin and help himself. Clever cat. And yet he was so big-boned, just a BIG cat. And so sweet.
I hadn't seen much of Pollux in the last five or six years, not since Hillary moved back to Washington. But I got to see him for a little while last year, and though he was bigger, he was still the same Pollux. And I'll miss him.