Pet your cats today
L., the tiny little kitten my former roommate adopted 16 years ago, passed away yesterday after a long, love-filled and active life as an urban apartment kitty. Anyone who met him will probably remember how he climbed the window gates and peered out at visitors from the bedroom loft in the apartment I used to live in. I was fortunate enough to have him in my life for six years and watched him grow from a kitten who fit inside my cardigan pocket to a large, active cat who liked to wrestle with people's arms. For the past 5 years, L. had serious kidney problems and in the past year was diagnosed with a heart murmur. The vet had given him less than month to live numerous times over the past few years, but he remained stubbornly energetic (as energetic as an elderly, sick cat can be) -- I think because he knew how much my friend loved him.
I know I'll be hugging and petting my cats all night, and giving as much affection to thevetia's cat as she will tolerate. And will donate something to a local stray cat organization in L.'s memory. He could have ended up rat-poisoned on someone's lush suburban lawn (as a couple of his siblings were) instead of having the long, full life he had. RIP.
I know I'll be hugging and petting my cats all night, and giving as much affection to thevetia's cat as she will tolerate. And will donate something to a local stray cat organization in L.'s memory. He could have ended up rat-poisoned on someone's lush suburban lawn (as a couple of his siblings were) instead of having the long, full life he had. RIP.