My heart has joined the Thousand*March 13, 2004
The kitties are adjusting. Slowly. Digit howls a lot in the morning. Oh, does he howl. Oh, do I howl back. But in the old place, they were NOT buddies. Occasionally Digit would accidentally sit next to Adah and then think better of the choice. When they're at my Mom's house, however, they're the best of pals. Any friend in enemy territory, I guess. I'm going to try to foster that here. It may mean letting Adah outside sometimes, along with Digit, even though I hate to do that. She has a bad habit of moving in with other families without asking. She doesn't care who loves her, as long as someone does. Slut.
But in this new territory, they're still pals. I love this one:
They're sleeping, by George.
And this one's good, too:
And in the next one, they're bonding over their inability to KILL THAT HUMMINGBIRD that's just outside the screen.
And I had to get a new cell phone for embarrassing reasons like
1) discovering that tile floor really IS that hard
2) needing to get a phone number off old, broken phone (Verizon dumps your old numbers into your new phone - tell me your cell phone isn't your real phone book, too).
So, while I was there, I upgraded for $79 to the photo phone. I know it's crap quality, I'll be kicking myself when the technology's better (in about thirteen minutes or so) but here's one of the first snaps:
So, as you see, my kits are doing well. BUT-
My sister Christy's kitty Sebastian, however, had to go over the Rainbow Bridge on Wednesday. He was a rescue kitty - Christy adopted him from a vet's back room. He had been dropped off and never picked up. Bastards. But their loss was her gain. He was just shy of nineteen years old. She loved loved loved loved him so much that she made up for the time he had spent in that little box waiting for his new, loving mama.
With her permission, I give you the email she sent family and friends. I was going to paraphrase it, but she says it just right. I daren't change a word.
Hi friends- I am sad because yesterday I had my little kitty Sebastian put to sleep. he became really sick pretty quickly, until he could not longer sit up or hold up his head, so instead of more expensive vet treatments that were not likely to prolong his life more than a few days, I made the very hard decision that he had lived his life and it was time to go. Thank you all for being so kind and nice, and for caring about my little kitty. I only had him for a year and he was in pretty beat-up shape when I got him, but he was a darned good cat, tough as nails and sweet as pie, and I will miss him. He was probably about 20 years old. Good night, Sebastian. -Christy
* "My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today." Richard Adams, Watership Down.