write like you're running out of time

In 1995, Mom approached our family with a proposition about adding a second cat to our household. The cat in question had been returned to the local pet store by her original owners because they'd had a baby, and because this cat liked to snuggle at night they were afraid that she'd try to snuggle with the baby and smother it. We said yes, and Mom brought home this beautiful six-month old female black cat. Her original owners had called her "Midnight", but we quickly renamed her "Sassy".



Last night, Mom, Dad and I took Sassy to the vet for the final time.


God, I am such a wreck right now I can't stand it. Mom and I had given her subcutaneous fluids over the past year to battle renal failure, and towards the end she was so thin and in so much pain. I know we did the right thing for her, but underneath all of that I just want my kitty back.

She was my kitty; Mom and Dad may have been her owners on paper but when it all came down to it she was mine. For reasons I don't understand I was Sassy's favorite. During the last few years of her life she moved upstairs permanently because she hated the dog, and when I was upstairs Sassy had to be with me no matter where I was.

And now she's gone. She's lying in a box in the garage with some of her favorite toys, until we bury her on Sunday. Every time I see something dark or black out of the corner of my eye and I turn around I have to remind myself that it's not her. And today I'm supposed to dump out her litterbox, her food and her water, and take the rug and everything out of her kennel so that Mom and Dad can take that down either today or tomorrow. And it just pisses me off because she hasn't even been gone a full day and it seems like they're erasing every piece of her, every evidence that she'd ever lived here at all and it hurts so damn much!

I just want my kitty back, that's all. I just want her back.

See that pretty little girl in my icon?

That's our new Minnie-kitty. As of last week that little stray is officially ours.

Now if only I could get her to stop jumping on stuff so that she doesn't pull her stitches from where she was spayed...

Update on Kitty!

Well, we know for sure now that she's a girl. No word on how old she is, but she hasn't been spayed and she's not microchipped. No one in the neighborhood that I've talked to recognizes her or knows who she belongs to (and that's just counting the people that were home...hrmph). So it's most likely that she's a stray.

The vet said her belly was a little big, and we're not sure if it's because she's pregnant or because she had just eaten a lot of food and might have worms. We probably won't find out until tomorrow or something.

And I know it's probably not a good idea at this point, but I am just falling in love with her!

I think we've been adopted.

A white and black kitty has been hanging around our house for the past week or so; we think s/he belongs to our neighbor across the street, but the only person over there Mom has talked to says he thinks it might be their cat, but he's not sure.

Well, sometime between yesterday and tonight Kitty went from skittish to very friendly. Mom picked Kitty up to keep him/her from running under my aunt's car when she backed out of the driveway and all of a sudden Kitty did not want to let us out of her sight. When we headed towards the house s/he followed. I sat down on the porch, and Kitty jumped up in my lap.

So I headed up to the store and got some kitten food (once my lap was free), and Kitty is now temporarily living in the old dog kennel in our sunroom. This is until we a) have him/her checked at the vet, b) find out if s/he belongs to the neighbors or somebody else and c) if Kitty is homeless, decide what to do from there.

Personally, I think Kitty may have already made his/her choice...

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I'd ask Tiger why on God's green Earth he likes playing in water so much. And I'd ask Sassy what it'd take to get her to pee in the litterbox and not on the carpet outside of it.

Well, Christmas has been over for...*checks clock* about fourteen minutes now. Had a fairly good run this year. Mom and Dad surprised the hell out of us by getting a Wii. A few of the games that came with it we probably won't be using so I'm going to see about donating them to the library. At least that way I know they'll get used. And while I suck at some of the Wii games (-9 at pool. Go me!), I discovered that I haven't lost a step when it comes to Super Mario 3.

Received some more sweaters for work. The brother totally surprised me by getting me jewelry, a nice necklace from C.J. Banks. Also got the first two seasons of NCIS and the third season of CSI: NY.

We got Tiger a new collar and a catnip mouse for his first Christmas. So naturally, he spent most of his time tunneling through the wrapping paper on the floor (though he might have had a little 'nip high going at the time). And it's damn funny watching him trying to chase the Wii cursor on the television screen.

No Christmas Day with the Gyorkos clan this year due to scheduling conflicts. Instead, everyone's coming to our house on Saturday. At least that gives us some time in between Christmases to get the house ready for company again. So, since we had nothing to do today (besides try the new game system out) some of the Beitel clan got back together for lunch out.

In non-Christmas news, I've discovered Numb3rs. Snagged the first season from the library the night before last, and I've been watching random episodes. I think I could get into it.

Had a fairly huge windstorm earlier today that wound up splitting a maple tree in our front yard practically in half. Nothing was damaged except the tree, thank goodness; if it had been any bigger or any closer to the house, it probably would have ended up taking off the porch and/or my car.

( Here's a full shot of the damage )

( Here's how close it got to my car )

( Here's a close-up of the split )

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It's been only five days since Toto died. Is it wrong that I want another cat so soon, even though we still have Sassy? Don't get me wrong, I love her to death too. But she's been strictly an upstairs cat ever since we got the dog, and it's so...empty downstairs without a cat lounging around.