Sigh, I don't even have a cat in my life right now. On April 12 I lost the best kitty cat friend I ever had...Stormy Weather, a lovely giant of a cat, a Ragdoll, left this life. He had been under veterinary care for kidney failure (special diet, sub-q fluids twice a week) and seemed to be doing well. His bloodwork showed the changes had brought kidney levels almost back to normal. Then his appetite waned and he became lethargic and he stopped meowing...my vet said bring him in, perhaps he has an infection from the sub-q fluids being given, or perhaps potasium is low...but it was cancer. Fast, awful and non-relenting. Stormy was in our lives for almost 15 years and is the third cat that has left us in the last two years....they all got old at the same time. Steve and I are retired and the house is deathly quiet. I have put a deposit on a Ragdoll kitten (yet to be born) and sometimes that is an encouragement, but mostly I miss that face that greeted me at the door, that climbed in our suitcases when he saw we were travelling to California, that snuggled happily beside me at bedtime, that kissed my nose in the middle of the night to see if I was okay, that spent hours in the recliner with Steve, that got terribly upset if I cried, that had hopes of being a super-hunter (but never caught anything bigger than a stinkbug), that made cat-admirers out of non-cat people, that held the Toy Fox Terriers (when we had them) at bay...I could go on and on. Mixed mixed feelings about a new kitten, but I think it will be alright once he is here. Here's our Stormy
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