A comment I made...
This post inspired me to post the following as a comment. I decided it rated a post of its own on my own journal...
I love your penchant for storytelling....
and it's nice to have someone who can properly translate kittydeathspeak into the appropriate incantations. thanks for relaying that. :)
I had Bill Bailey, a tuxedo kitty. Awesome cat. I miss him muchly. He died of one of the variations of kitty-a.i.d.s. that are out there. His last day he wanted to spend some time with me. He was usually friendly enough and put up with everybody else around the house and our other kitten-with-no-name (everybody had a name for her and nobody knew what her real name was). She came in to check on him/steal some lovin' and he channeled the death-rattle from Bast's tomb with the ferryman in harmony. The other kitten slowly backed out of the room and stayed away for the rest of the day.
I had the bad taste to be out of the room when Bill expired. I came back in and saw he wasn't breathing any more, and as I petted him one more time, he let out one more sad little purring noise--he had waited for me before actually leaving.
I love your penchant for storytelling....
and it's nice to have someone who can properly translate kittydeathspeak into the appropriate incantations. thanks for relaying that. :)
I had Bill Bailey, a tuxedo kitty. Awesome cat. I miss him muchly. He died of one of the variations of kitty-a.i.d.s. that are out there. His last day he wanted to spend some time with me. He was usually friendly enough and put up with everybody else around the house and our other kitten-with-no-name (everybody had a name for her and nobody knew what her real name was). She came in to check on him/steal some lovin' and he channeled the death-rattle from Bast's tomb with the ferryman in harmony. The other kitten slowly backed out of the room and stayed away for the rest of the day.
I had the bad taste to be out of the room when Bill expired. I came back in and saw he wasn't breathing any more, and as I petted him one more time, he let out one more sad little purring noise--he had waited for me before actually leaving.