Tali
I'm honestly not sure it's sunk in yet that Tali is really gone. She was going to turn four in July, so she was still very much a young cat. She was healthy. When I left for work yesterday morning, it was just another day. She was curled up in her usual spot on the back of the sofa, awake but very much not willing to move yet. I kissed her and Garrus goodbye, told them to be good and not destroy the apartment while I was gone... and that was the last time I saw her.
It seems so quiet in the apartment without her, which is odd because she's always been the quieter of the two of them. But she was always the one sitting in the window watching and waiting for me to get home, and whenever I'd walk in the door she'd come running up, climb halfway up the back of my sofa, and then dangle there waiting to be petted. It's why I always called her my monkey cat.
She'd curl up on the back of the sofa or the top of the fridge or a random chair, and then she would stretch so far that she'd often roll right off. And then immediately flip over, all nonchalant, like she'd totally meant to fall off of where she'd just been. She could open almost every drawer and door in the apartment, and the handful of ones that she couldn't open due to her size she'd trained Garrus to open for her. Whenever I took a shower, the odds were high that at some point during it there would be a small black head poking in at the back of the bathtub to get misted with water.
She loved people food. Whenever I opened the refrigerator, she would come running. I had to eat standing up more often than not, because if I tried to sit at the table or my computer desk, she'd come after my food. Just Monday night, I ordered pizza for dinner and made the mistake of trying to eat at my computer, and she made an adorable nuisance of herself the entire time. And she absolutely adored boxes and bags. Whenever anything arrived in the mail, I'd end up leaving the empty cardboard box sitting in my floor somewhere for at least a few days until she got bored with it, because I didn't have the heart to take it away from her.
If she was startled, she would look twice as large as she actually was. Her fur would stand straight on end, and she'd arch her back like the stereotypical black cat from Halloween decorations. The rest of the time, the size difference between her and Garrus was hilarious. They were from the same litter, but he was literally over twice as large as her. And their eyes! His are light green, but hers were so yellow they were almost orange. When you saw the two of them beside each other, it was always so noticeable.
Tali was my demon and my angel. I have a ridiculous number of scars on my arms and elsewhere on my body from her claws, and I still have scratches on my stomach from Sunday night when I got back from my trip to Tennessee and she made her displeasure known for my leaving them for 36 hours. She shedded like there was no tomorrow, and there's a good chance that I'll still be vacuuming up some of her fur for months to come - if not longer.
I'm going to miss her so much.
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It seems so quiet in the apartment without her, which is odd because she's always been the quieter of the two of them. But she was always the one sitting in the window watching and waiting for me to get home, and whenever I'd walk in the door she'd come running up, climb halfway up the back of my sofa, and then dangle there waiting to be petted. It's why I always called her my monkey cat.
She'd curl up on the back of the sofa or the top of the fridge or a random chair, and then she would stretch so far that she'd often roll right off. And then immediately flip over, all nonchalant, like she'd totally meant to fall off of where she'd just been. She could open almost every drawer and door in the apartment, and the handful of ones that she couldn't open due to her size she'd trained Garrus to open for her. Whenever I took a shower, the odds were high that at some point during it there would be a small black head poking in at the back of the bathtub to get misted with water.
She loved people food. Whenever I opened the refrigerator, she would come running. I had to eat standing up more often than not, because if I tried to sit at the table or my computer desk, she'd come after my food. Just Monday night, I ordered pizza for dinner and made the mistake of trying to eat at my computer, and she made an adorable nuisance of herself the entire time. And she absolutely adored boxes and bags. Whenever anything arrived in the mail, I'd end up leaving the empty cardboard box sitting in my floor somewhere for at least a few days until she got bored with it, because I didn't have the heart to take it away from her.
If she was startled, she would look twice as large as she actually was. Her fur would stand straight on end, and she'd arch her back like the stereotypical black cat from Halloween decorations. The rest of the time, the size difference between her and Garrus was hilarious. They were from the same litter, but he was literally over twice as large as her. And their eyes! His are light green, but hers were so yellow they were almost orange. When you saw the two of them beside each other, it was always so noticeable.
Tali was my demon and my angel. I have a ridiculous number of scars on my arms and elsewhere on my body from her claws, and I still have scratches on my stomach from Sunday night when I got back from my trip to Tennessee and she made her displeasure known for my leaving them for 36 hours. She shedded like there was no tomorrow, and there's a good chance that I'll still be vacuuming up some of her fur for months to come - if not longer.
I'm going to miss her so much.
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