On August 13, 2008, Spot’s kittens turned Ten Years Old!
Squirt, Baby, Spot, and Blue Steel go home. Introducing Buddy Guy! Sadly, Squirt left us on April 6th, 2005, being about 18 years old. Baby joined her this past winter (2007), also closing in on her 18th birthday. And tragically, Spot was diagnosed with cancer earlier this year, leaving us on June 3, 2007. This is particularly trying for us because she was only ten years old, and also because she is so well known in this little neighborhood as well as online. Blue Steel was taking it in stride, spending much of his time following Cliff around the house and spinning “round and round” in the office chair. Cliff bought him a geriatric exam for his tenth birthday. Steely passed it with flying colors. Within two months he was dead of cardiac arrest. Blue Boy went quickly and without much pain. In retrospect, we can see heart disease in both his body makeup and some subtle elements in the progression of his health during his final year of life. Cliff still has yet to come to terms with Steel’s demise, and may not get over it for quite some time. “Mr Bojangles,” the song, comes to mind. Blue Steel was special beyond words (to say the least). Tiger took the loss of his mother quite hard, remaining hidden for about two weeks. But only a day or two after Steel’s death, Tiger, the only animal in the house, burst out of his shell for the first time, after only a day or two of initial disorientation. It wasn’t the same, though; as much as I love Tiger, I’ve never had much of a chance to get to know him. After Steel’s death, the house filled up with all these ghosts of cats, to the point where I could barely stand it. (I know I’m an atheist. I’m just describing what it felt like.) , So I ordered a purebred Russian Blue (like Squirty) and managed to spend about one-fifth the going rate for him. I called him Buddy Guy, after the guitarist; I gave him a benign, “regular” name because long ago I had promised my vet I wouldn’t name any more cats “Squirt”! (I can see how a vet can get something vastly different from a name like “Squirt” What I had in mind was, “Scram, ya li’l squirt, ya bothah me!” She gave the local cats quiute a bit of grief when she first showed up!) brought initial confusion upon Tiger, which is to be expected. But with a month of Buddy Guy working on him Tiger started to respond. (Wa’al, if you call swatting the little pest away a healthy response!) Lately, though, this has morphed into play-fighting. Despite the criticism I received from the two or three people I know, bringing Buddy into the picture is a move I don’t think I’ll ever regret. He is a fine, fine cat. Now, if he would only hurry up and outgrow this kitten stage — December 6, 2008 |
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August 13
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Aug 13 |
Kittens born |
August 18
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Aug 18 |
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August 25
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September 3
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September 10
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Sept 10 |
September 17
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Sept 17 |
September 26
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Sept 26 |
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October 3
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Oct 3 |
Boo Boo (f) |
My Cats
Baby and Little Squirt
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More recent photos of Baby, Spot, and the boys coming soon!
Neighbor cats
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More to come.
Eventually.