Haven’t forgotten you, Nermal

Tomorrow, November 17th, makes nine years since I lost my best friend to chronic renal failure. On top of the timing, it was my first experience with a cat with chronic health issues – he was diagnosed as diabetic some years before. But we caught it later than Angel’s, and even a decade makes a big difference in treatment options. Since the letter I wrote him has been pretty much off the web for some years now, I thought I’d repost it here. There are more pics of Nermal under “About the Cats” at the top of the page. Loki…

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Reflections on the Nature of Being Broken

Usually, these days, I fall asleep pretty much instantly, but for some reason last night my mind was running thinking about this. Promising myself I’d write it down and share it was  enough to let me sleep. Let’s see if I can put a lot of disjointed thoughts together into a coherent form that maybe people can make sense of. It occurred to me that ‘broken,’ which is mostly how I feel these day, is a relative and situational concept. And I think maybe it’s less that I’m broken than that much of the world is and I’m just not…

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Sharing

This is Friday night. Since Saturday evening, Angel’s had tummy problems (diarrhea, a bit of vomit), which has gone a bit up and down – and now Cory’s got the runs too. Vet has Angel on antibiotics, since stool sample showed gram-negative bacteria and clostridium, and wants Cory on the same to see if it helps. Both are acting normally, though, eating and drinking and active and all. This is Angel yesterday evening: So, we’ll see what happens. Trick, meanwhile, has a tendency to believe that all the warm spots under reading lamps belong to him whenever he wants them,…

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Cory and Freya – BFF

So. Houdini went to a new foster home back in August, since our kids simply refused to accept him and he was understandably unhappy in a single room no matter how much time I spent with him – which upset ours, that they couldn’t reach me. He has a house and a calico girl his own age to play with and understanding humans, until his forever home finds him. Freya, however, has definitely concluded that this is her home and her family forever. Trick adores her, I’ve lost count how often I’ve seen him washing her ears and head, and…

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Welcome, Cory!

Yesterday afternoon, I got a call from the Humane Society: “Can you take another orphaned kitten?” It turned out I’d already seen him once before. On Monday, when I had a class there, one of the staff (who are great people, by the way!) told me they had a black male orphan, ten days old. They were trying to get a lovely gray female with a litter slightly older than him to accept him, but it was a bit rocky — the kittens kept shoving him away. Would I be able to take him is it didn’t work out? Well,…

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Say hi to the orange twins!

So. Monday March 16, I’m in class at the local Humane Society, and a partner and I are giving a big gentle teddybear of a black cat (recently no-longer-a-tomcat). And one of the staff come in, with two tiny, and I mean TINY, orange bodies cupped in her hands on a facecloth. Orphaned babies, she tells us, only a little over 24 hours old, and they desperately need a foster home to have any chance of survival. Well, my classmates all came over to see, but no one looked like they really thought they could. Being me… I offered to…

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Wee-hour Reflections on Cats

This is based on various thoughts I was having at three a.m. So.  I’m lying here in a queen sized bed, in the middle of the night.  Beside me is Sean, sound asleep, and as usual, an earthquake probably wouldn’t wake him up. A few minutes ago, Loki jumped up on the bed and started demanding my attention.  He’s been with me virtually all of his 13 years or so, and I can pretty much pet him in my sleep — in fact, I’m told I have — but he was restless as well.  He curled up against my stomach…

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