another one bites the dust...
today we said goodbye to luckycat. sweet and sour. he was moody, hissy, fiercely loyal to his family, an athletic leaper, a stalker and swatter, a purry cuddler, soft and squishy, an unpredictable badass who scared the shit out of almost everyone. joe and i pulled lucky out of the animal shelter almost 18 years ago, from a cage full of other fleabag kittens. he had crawled over all of the others and climbed to the top of the cage where he hung, screaming at us. he was the one.
he loved supervised backyard roaming in the summer, a clean litter box, scratches on the very top of his head and the point of his chin, rubbing on the dogs' while they watched out of the corner of their eyes-not sure if they should run away or take it, sitting directly on my chest with his hands around my throat-blissfully purring while he stared into my soul with his stink eye. and mimi. he loved her more than anything and now, 6 months after her death they are together like two old lovers who couldnt bear to be apart another day.
i will miss his soft jiggly belly which he drug across my forehead in bed just yesterday as he maneuvered himself into position. im already sad that i didnt pull his whiskers one last time to watch him yawn on command. he was an absolutely hilarious tyrant who literally demanded that i hug him all night long, every night since mimi died, or suffer the consequences of being bitten on the eyebrow. sometimes he would place one soft little pink paw on my face and then ever so slightly, apply pressure with just one claw as a warning to correct whatever behavior it was that was not to his liking.
enduring his wrath has been one of my greatest pleasures. preparing for these moments is impossible. :(
say hi to all of the others, lucky. there are so many waiting for you.
he loved supervised backyard roaming in the summer, a clean litter box, scratches on the very top of his head and the point of his chin, rubbing on the dogs' while they watched out of the corner of their eyes-not sure if they should run away or take it, sitting directly on my chest with his hands around my throat-blissfully purring while he stared into my soul with his stink eye. and mimi. he loved her more than anything and now, 6 months after her death they are together like two old lovers who couldnt bear to be apart another day.
i will miss his soft jiggly belly which he drug across my forehead in bed just yesterday as he maneuvered himself into position. im already sad that i didnt pull his whiskers one last time to watch him yawn on command. he was an absolutely hilarious tyrant who literally demanded that i hug him all night long, every night since mimi died, or suffer the consequences of being bitten on the eyebrow. sometimes he would place one soft little pink paw on my face and then ever so slightly, apply pressure with just one claw as a warning to correct whatever behavior it was that was not to his liking.
enduring his wrath has been one of my greatest pleasures. preparing for these moments is impossible. :(
say hi to all of the others, lucky. there are so many waiting for you.