Snow and Scruffy
So this is going to be short. I drove (well, slid) all over creation today because the lovely towns of Fitchburg and Leominster are stupid and don't plow or sand until we've had a foot of snow. They're dumb, and i nearly got into several accidents. Maybe they could do their jobs.
I got a call from my sister this morning, crying, saying that my favorite cat at their house was put down this morning. She was having seizures and lost control of her hind legs, so they put her down. The vet said that she probably had a stroke or a blood clot in her brain. :( I loved that cat soooo much.
We named her Scruffy because that's what she was: a scruffy, mangy, skinny stray that had an infected tail. Something happened to it, and the last 2 inches or so of her tail were a horrible infected scab, stuck with pine needles and dirt. My dad and i would sneak her in at night, when my stepmom had gone to bed ("NO MORE CATS!") and try to clean it and bandage it, to no avail. Then i'd take her down in the cellar where my bedroom was, and she'd sleep with me on my bed, then i'd let her back out in the morning. Finally one weekend i came down, and there she was, walking around the kitchen... tailless. They gave in and kept her, getting her tail amputated as was necessary. The name Scruffy stuck, even after she gained weight... she was still a scruffy little beast. :)
I'm gonna miss her a lot... especially our conversations. You see, my Scruffalupagus had a very distinct, very unique meow. And i could imitate it. So we'd get each other going, meowing this bizzare meow at each other... it was very entertaining. (To us, everyone else went crazy.)
*sigh*
Now it's off to work, i'm covering a shift for Jess tonight.. so if you're bored, come get Tiki-fied and visit me. :)