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The Lion and the Viking Cat
Were fighting for the mouse
The Lion beat the Viking Cat
All around the house
Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown;
Some gave them tuna treats
and drummed them out of town.
And when he had beat him out,
He beat him in again;
He beat him three times over,
His mousie to maintain.
To: Feline members of the household
From: Food person
Henceforth, a maximum of one cat will be allowed to “supervise” human visits to the powder room.
There is a time and place for feline conflict, and that is NOT it.
Kyrre is finally over his ringworm, and feeling much more photogenic.
Magnus is more than twice Kyrre’s size, both by weight and…volume. Accordingly, I have started to refer to the enfurage as “Fat Man and Little Boy.”
Magnus has been extremely upset and depressed since we lost Minx. As have we all. So, we did what I did last time we had a lonely, depressed cat.
I called Magnus’s foster-mom and we got him a kitten.
The kitten in this case is a ten-month-old, brown tabby Norwegian forest cat named Kyrre (“Kerry”). He’s a cuddler, which is an excellent thing because I noticed in Minx’s absence that among their other fine qualities, cuddly cats do wonders for my stress level. Kyrre is also an ear-, nose-, toe-, and finger-nibbler, which is somewhat less excellent and we’re trying to discourage the use of teeth on monkeys. He’s about half Magnus’s size, and being a teenager, he’s kind of a spaz. I have yet to get any good pictures of him because whenever I’m around, he’s all over me.
Unfortunately, Magnus is is still growling and hissing at the New Guy. Kyrre is alternately avoiding and carefully approaching Big Mean Cat. The vet assures me that they will reach some sort of accommodation in a week or two.
I’m hoping for sooner rather than later.
This morning, we had Minx put to sleep.
It wasn’t really a surprise; we knew his kidneys were failing. He wasn’t interested in eating, not even his favorite treats. He wasn’t interacting much with us or Magnus. He was obviously moving slowly and painfully, when he moved at all.
I know it was the right thing to do; it would have been only a few more days, and very painful ones at that.
He went very quietly, with both Spouse and I there to cuddle and pet him. He knew we loved him dearly, right up to the end.
We still do.
For us, and for Minx, please give your own furry friends a little extra love today.
X: my cat HATES tuna… loves strawberries…and saurkraut
Me: tuna is worth its weight in platinum—or I should I say plati-NOM—around here
Minx had his third and final post-hospital checkup today, and both his blood sugar and his urine numbers are good. Not great; he’s a little outside of normal on both, but not in harm’s way. The blood sugar numbers are especially welcome news, as he hasn’t had any insulin in almost two weeks.
Thanks very much to all of you who asked after him, or had him in your thoughts, or sent him positive energy. Looks like we’re out of the woods.