Pet-Peeves: He hates it when I try to comb the knots out of his fur near his tail and tries to bite me. He also hates getting the flea and tick stuff between the shoulder blades.
Favorite Toy: a shoestring
Favorite Nap Spot: my chair
Favorite Food: Ham
Skills: Edgar can open cabinets and slip inside
Arrival Story: I had lost to illness my precious princess Gabrielle who had owned me for 11 years about three weeks before. I wanted to adopt a kitten. Amazingly there were no free kitten ads in the paper and the shelter had no kittens. Finally the shelter had one black kitten for adoption (Gabby had been black too) we raced down to the shelter only to find a couple in the process of filling out the papers to adopt the kitten. So I looked at the adult cats; I could hardly stand it, I was in tears because I wanted to take them all home. But my husband didn't want an adult; he thought it might have bad habits already. As we were leaving an employee or volunteer at the shelter said: "pssst! you want a kitten?" Seems she had a friend who was an animal rescuer who had a cat with a litter. The whole family, mama and kittens had been found in a box taped shut in a parking lot! (I hate some people). I went to go check out the kittens and there were four gray tabby girls and one little orange boy. I had gone intending to adopt one cat; a girl. (yes, I do like semicolons). Well after picking Edgar's sibling, Emily from the available girls left I said the fateful words: "Oh give me the little orange boy too." And the rest is history.
I am back up to 14 pounds and getting all the ham I want! Unfortunately, sisfur Emily is once again bopping me on the head from time to time. :( Can't say I missed that! MOL!
Watching the folks down on earth pretty closely... mommy has been a wreck. *sigh* I try to come and visit every night but it is not enough. She is missing being able to touch me. I'll be glad when she settles down a bit more so that I can have some fun up here. Don't get m wrong, I'll always keep an angel eye on her, but I'd like her to realize that it was time to let me come up here and be young and healthy again.
The interlopers have realized I'm gone for good. Lucy is coming out of her shell. She gets up on mommy's lap from time to time and she has been being playful to try to make mommy smile. Salem is starting to come to greet mommy when she comes home. But he's not very good at it! I was always right there, at the door, "johnny on the spot!" Salem is usually sleeping when she comes home but after I give him a nudge he wakes up and *plop* he gets down from the back of the sofa and moseys into the kitchen with a yawn and starts yelling at mommy. *shakes head* Well I guess I never did try to train them at all because I didn't really want to share mom.
Hope all my furriends are well and taking care of their humans, whether from up here or on earth.
Every single day I think: "He's gone. And he's gone because I killed him." But you were so tired and so sick . . . I lost hope that you could feel better again and I couldn't bear to see you feel worse. But it is so hard to bear not having you here. I think of you in your grave... I felt so bad that it was so cold and there was snow for so long and you were out there. But you aren't out there, are you? I think you have visited me. I imagine you on my pillow every night and I reach out and stroke the air and try so very hard to feel your paws, your face.
The kids are trying. Lucy is being playful. Salem is needy and trying to give me lots of love. But they don't care when I come home. No cat greets me when I come home. Until you got so sick you were always there at the door. My little jack in the box whose head would pop up at the screen door as I pulled into the garage. One of the signs you gave me that it was time - maybe the biggest sign - was when you just didn't care anymore that I was home or just didn't have the strength or energy to get up from my pillow and make that long walk through the house to be there to greet me.
I miss you so much my little orange boy too, sunshine of my life. I miss you so much. So much.