Still not coping about my Charlie cat dying.
|Pretty boy. He was so gorgeous and sleek and elegant. And silly.|
|Sidana and Isaac both have failing kidneys and I said to Trickey, back in November, I am expecting to lose one or both this summer. It's summer now.|
|Sidana, sleeping under the roses on the day we buried|
Charlie Cat. Lovely Old Lady Cat.
Sidana is being assist fed and Isaac is eating less and less. Sidana still gives the purriest smooches and can balance on my shoulder while I do housework... but only for a while and then she wants out to go to sleep again. Camoflague Tabby has taken to sleeping where Charlie always slept, where we buried him.
|Can you see her?|
As well as fighting off the depression from losing my Charlie cuddle, living with the anticipation of losing my Dana cat was really worrying me. It felt like there was only a year of tears ahead of me and I was doing everything I knew to stave off depression. Going out at least once a day, exercise, watching happy movies, focusing on remembering the happy moments with Charlie and getting Sidana cuddles (and Princess cuddles).
My desperately needing something to look forward to, just some extra happiness and delight in my year was the final touch needed to get Trickey to agree to something the Princess and I had been begging for, so without further ado, introducing...
Sara, (said like Zara but with an S) the Tortishell Kitten. Share a few words, Sara!
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The Princess is a very happy child, having waited 13 years to get her very own kitten.
I have a Grand-cat! Finally, I get to be Granny Esme!
Plus, Sara is our first Tortishell. Are they all this sweet?
Sara is delightful, affectionate, bouncy, well behaved and so wants to be friends with Mr. Anti-social Burmese and Miss Dominating Queen Tabby.
Sara will have to make do with adoring humans.
So very cute all fluffed up upon first meeting Sidana!
Thus starts the cycle again.
And yes, the pain at the end is worth the delight and fun of giving a cat a happy home for 10-20 years.
It just hurts now.
I'll go and cuddle my evil, Dominatrix, shoulder sitting, huntress of a Dana Cat.