Friday, October 29, 2010

Losing My Mittens

Today is not the best day ever. I got a call from my dad that my 16-year-old cat, Mittens, "zigged when she should have zagged" as my mom came home last night. She was mostly deaf, didn't move as fast as she used to, and was supposedly retired from her hunting days. But she still stalked the birds and rabbits, "helped" my dad grill, and cuddled with anyone willing to sit outside in the cold with her. She was my Babycakes, and I'll miss her.

Her cousins down south never got to meet her, but they are busy keeping my life interesting.

Bel likes to block my access to my computer by sleeping in my chair after she's read my books.

Hex likes to "supervise" my Twittering. Cubachi seems to get the most sniffing.

1 comment:

  1. I'm sorry about your kitty. :(

    My favorite cat got hit by a car when I was in middle school. She was my buddy, but my mom kicked her out when she started acting weird, spraying on her clothes. A year or so later, she came back to our doorstep almost in two pieces and collapsed.