Tilde
EDIT Yikes, this was sitting as a draft on LJ unposted for almost 3 months! Sorry, Tilde!
Tilde died today.
She had aggressive cancer in her neck, and it got to the point where she wasn't able to move around. At 15, she was too old for the major surgery that would be required to remove it, and chances are the fibrosarcoma would come back anyway. We'd known this was coming for a while, though we didn't think it'd be quite this soon.
Tilde was my CNN cat. We got her right after I started working at CNN. She suckered us in at the humane society... cutest, most affectionate, lovable, purring furball you ever saw. Once we got home, though, that was all over. She was like "Thanks for rescuing me. I'll expect my meals promptly at 7. Once in a while I may rub against you. Do not take this as an invitation to pet me or shudder pick me up. Filthy humans."
And that was pretty much how it was for 15 years. She was companionable enough, liked to lie in bed with us, etc. But she was never a lap kitty, never wanted to be held or pet, though the occasional skritch behind the ears was acceptable. Barely.
She was very playful until fairly recently. She loved to chase bird-on-a-stick, or the laser dot, and so on. She used to be an inside cat, but for some reason decided to waltz Matilda after we moved to Cobb. She got along well enough with Cassie, but never cared for any of the animals who arrived later than she - Fozzie, Goose, Maccabee - and especially hated Spare Cat. Though they were at least civil by the end.
Anyway. She was, for all that, a good cat, and we shall miss her terribly. Good-bye, Tilde.
Tilde died today.
She had aggressive cancer in her neck, and it got to the point where she wasn't able to move around. At 15, she was too old for the major surgery that would be required to remove it, and chances are the fibrosarcoma would come back anyway. We'd known this was coming for a while, though we didn't think it'd be quite this soon.
Tilde was my CNN cat. We got her right after I started working at CNN. She suckered us in at the humane society... cutest, most affectionate, lovable, purring furball you ever saw. Once we got home, though, that was all over. She was like "Thanks for rescuing me. I'll expect my meals promptly at 7. Once in a while I may rub against you. Do not take this as an invitation to pet me or shudder pick me up. Filthy humans."
And that was pretty much how it was for 15 years. She was companionable enough, liked to lie in bed with us, etc. But she was never a lap kitty, never wanted to be held or pet, though the occasional skritch behind the ears was acceptable. Barely.
She was very playful until fairly recently. She loved to chase bird-on-a-stick, or the laser dot, and so on. She used to be an inside cat, but for some reason decided to waltz Matilda after we moved to Cobb. She got along well enough with Cassie, but never cared for any of the animals who arrived later than she - Fozzie, Goose, Maccabee - and especially hated Spare Cat. Though they were at least civil by the end.
Anyway. She was, for all that, a good cat, and we shall miss her terribly. Good-bye, Tilde.