Ninja Comforted by Timmy

This video was two weeks ago. I thought it odd that Timmy was paying such attention to Ninja the way he was and grabbed the camera. Ninja didn't growl and hiss at Timmy either. They were not the best of friends, but here it seemed there was a closeness. I didn't understand how sick Ninja was. But, apparently Timmy did.



               ...............Rest in Peace Beloved Ninja............

A Three Cat Night

It was a three cat night...
By guest Author, John Rahn

Living in South Florida it doesn't get really cold that often.  But recently we had a couple of very cold nights.

I pretty much refuse to turn on the heat (aaarrgghh I really hate furnace air) as it doesn't get that cold in this house unless the wind is blowing pretty good outta the north.

I went to bed this night after several hours of working at the computer. 

Cosmo was snoozing happily in his spot atop the big monitor, where it was nice and warm. My Dusty cat was curled up in the comforter folded up on the couch, and Oreo, being the child of the pride, was just plain working off young energy (or working up heat energy) running back and forth through the house, 'chirping' like crazy.
I turned the monitors off, got up from the desk and slid in behind Dusty on the couch (she refused to move an inch).

I carefully eased the comforter from underneath her and covered us both up.  She snuggled in against me, purring very happily. I pulled the comforter up to my chin and drifted off to sleep, just Dusty and I on the couch.

At five o'clock I woke up to the alarm, and it was by then quite chilly in the house. Trying to sit up to hit the snooze button, I discovered that all three cats were not just on the couch WITH me, but they were all on the couch ON me, and not very happy that I had to move from underneath them.

Think this means I need to turn on the heat?

Copyright John Rahn
January 16, 2003

Cat Funeral Plans

Keli was born alive with me as mid-wife. She and I have been bonded ever since. She never slept or fed with the other kittens, always being on her own schedule and left her siblings when she was old enough to be with me, follow me everywhere.

She had a way of understanding when I've been ill, and offered so much comfort to me over the years. She was 19 1/2 years old. I think that's about 96 in people years. I have had many cats in my life, but not one like her.

It is inexplicable to me how much more bereft I am than I thought was possible. It's physical as well as emotional. I feel like I have been hit by a truck.

Kats and Xavier will be here this weekend. Her grave has been dug (very deep) by Miguel, Esther's father in law, and she will be put to rest beside my back door on Sunday.

I intend to put her favorite plant over her. Cat Mint instead of Cat Nip. Though she liked both, she preferred the first.