Fuzzy old man.
The first thing I would do every morning, when I got home from work, would be to give Frisk some petting and loving on his fuzzy head, and I would say hey to my fuzzy man. He would almost always be at the door waiting, or getting out of bed to come see me when I got home. Today was the first morning, in a very long time, that Frisk was not there.
Some time between Tuesday evening, and Wednesday morning, while I was at work, Frisk E. Cat passed away. But when I arrived home Wednesday morning, he was still laying right by the door, waiting for me to come home. I still feel so fucking horrible, because I knew he couldn't have been feeling well when I left for work. He hadn't slept in bed with me that day, opting for his chair instead, which he had not done for a very long time. He seemed to wake up startled when I began making my lunch for the day, and jumped down from his chair for the tuna juice he'd been getting used to.
He went back to his chair, and I kissed him on his head and gave him a scritch before going to put on my shoes. He got out of his chair again right before I left, and laid down on his side my computer chair mat, which is something I had never seen him do. The only time he ever slept on his side was outside in the sun. I worried for him a bit through out the night's work, but I was really expecting to be walking up to the door when I got home.
Frisk has been with me for more then half my life, and for the past 16 years, he's just always been there. From when I first met him as a kitten, at Arnold's, and the only way to tell him apart from his brother was the spot of white paint on his nose (I decided I liked him because he bit me). To growing up in my Dad's house, taking run by swipes at people's ankles in the hall way, and leaving one of his claws in my hand when he decided he didn't like being picked up (A scar I still have to this day). All through his loner years as a handsome, but mean fuzzy boy.
He moved with me to my sister's town home, and spent the years with me there, making sure the neighborhood cats knew it was his house, and everything in it belonged to him. He made some friends there who would come to visit him at the front door, despite the fact Frisk probably never considered them friends. He even began to calm down a bit in that time, and became fuzzy man, though I refused to call him old, unless he start feeling his age.
But as he did get older, he became much more lovey, even if he probably wouldn't admit it to everyone. He enjoyed sitting on my lap, and dominating good portions of the bed as I would try to sleep with the added warmth. As his age became more noticeable, and he was less inclined to spend time outside, or jump up on things, he became fuzzy old man. I figure by this point, he had earned it, and I considered it his kitty retirement. I tried to provide ample lap time for him, and as he began losing weight and having issues eating, started giving him tuna juice when he meowed for it.
Even though he was just living with me these past five months, I don't think he was lonely, even when I worked at night. He was always a bit of a loner, and I am sure he slept a lot more now that he didn't go outside any more. He still got visits from Jennifer and James, and even had a chance to have house guests stay the night now and then. I am really glad he got to have the girls, Moonie and Portia, stay over for a weekend while their house was being painted as well. Even though they spent most of their time hiding, and there was some hissing, he got to steal some of their food, and made sure they knew this was his house.
I really miss him, and it's only been one day. I spent all of yesterday with my sister's and brother, and I am really glad they were there for me, so I wouldn't have to be alone. I made it through work tonight, but now that I am home, and alone, it's really hard not to think about him, and how he isn't here.
I love you Frisk, you are still the best fuzzy man there ever was.
Some time between Tuesday evening, and Wednesday morning, while I was at work, Frisk E. Cat passed away. But when I arrived home Wednesday morning, he was still laying right by the door, waiting for me to come home. I still feel so fucking horrible, because I knew he couldn't have been feeling well when I left for work. He hadn't slept in bed with me that day, opting for his chair instead, which he had not done for a very long time. He seemed to wake up startled when I began making my lunch for the day, and jumped down from his chair for the tuna juice he'd been getting used to.
He went back to his chair, and I kissed him on his head and gave him a scritch before going to put on my shoes. He got out of his chair again right before I left, and laid down on his side my computer chair mat, which is something I had never seen him do. The only time he ever slept on his side was outside in the sun. I worried for him a bit through out the night's work, but I was really expecting to be walking up to the door when I got home.
Frisk has been with me for more then half my life, and for the past 16 years, he's just always been there. From when I first met him as a kitten, at Arnold's, and the only way to tell him apart from his brother was the spot of white paint on his nose (I decided I liked him because he bit me). To growing up in my Dad's house, taking run by swipes at people's ankles in the hall way, and leaving one of his claws in my hand when he decided he didn't like being picked up (A scar I still have to this day). All through his loner years as a handsome, but mean fuzzy boy.
He moved with me to my sister's town home, and spent the years with me there, making sure the neighborhood cats knew it was his house, and everything in it belonged to him. He made some friends there who would come to visit him at the front door, despite the fact Frisk probably never considered them friends. He even began to calm down a bit in that time, and became fuzzy man, though I refused to call him old, unless he start feeling his age.
But as he did get older, he became much more lovey, even if he probably wouldn't admit it to everyone. He enjoyed sitting on my lap, and dominating good portions of the bed as I would try to sleep with the added warmth. As his age became more noticeable, and he was less inclined to spend time outside, or jump up on things, he became fuzzy old man. I figure by this point, he had earned it, and I considered it his kitty retirement. I tried to provide ample lap time for him, and as he began losing weight and having issues eating, started giving him tuna juice when he meowed for it.
Even though he was just living with me these past five months, I don't think he was lonely, even when I worked at night. He was always a bit of a loner, and I am sure he slept a lot more now that he didn't go outside any more. He still got visits from Jennifer and James, and even had a chance to have house guests stay the night now and then. I am really glad he got to have the girls, Moonie and Portia, stay over for a weekend while their house was being painted as well. Even though they spent most of their time hiding, and there was some hissing, he got to steal some of their food, and made sure they knew this was his house.
I really miss him, and it's only been one day. I spent all of yesterday with my sister's and brother, and I am really glad they were there for me, so I wouldn't have to be alone. I made it through work tonight, but now that I am home, and alone, it's really hard not to think about him, and how he isn't here.
I love you Frisk, you are still the best fuzzy man there ever was.