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[cis]

The cat died, very early this morning, at the vet's: we'd left her there for a blood test, because for the past three days she'd been moping around, staying in one room, not barrelling up the stairs or jumping up to sit on beds or windowsills, barely eating or drinking - and then all in a rush she started collapsing, crying out, pissing blood. She

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[cis]

she liked you! you were in a privileged position, she was sometimes sparing w/ her affections.

we got to go to the vet, at four in the morning, and say goodbye: her fur was still soft but she had that wild fixed look of the taxidermied animal already.

[cis]

xxxxxxx

yes to furniture: i am free both days, do you have a preference?

[dubdobdee]

aw cis, very sorry to read this -- though i smiled at "delineated spaces"

[cis]

she was very symbolic in her relations with the world! For a very long time she had a complicated relationship with the liminal: she would pause on a threshold but having reached the threshold necessarily had to cross it, no turning back.

[dubdobdee]

it is very excellent that she had someone who could appreciate and describe this: all cats are dyspraxic of body; not all turn it into a style

[friedslice]

Aw sorry Cis, I only met her once and she was luvly. She reminds me of our ancient and wonderfully mad family tabby who passed away way back in '97. Fifteen is a terrific kitty innings but it's so sad when they go.

[cis]

"Wonderfully mad" is such a good descriptor for a cat!

[koganbot]

Sorry to hear this.

In San Francisco my apartmentmate Jim had a cat, Belinda, part of whose morning routine was to come into my room, sit on my stomach, and work her paws on my sweater as if kneading it. This became mandatory, since if I didn't let her at stomach and sweater, in retaliation she'd go over to the record shelf and sharpen her claws on the record spines. She'd eventually fall asleep on my stomach, complain for two seconds when I moved her off me onto the bed itself, then fall asleep again.

[cis]

The cat before this one, who we had when I was very little, used to sometimes sharpen her claws on the speakers - they're big wooden-box sixties things, and one's pitted all down one side. The only thing my mum could do was encourage her to destroy the sofa instead.

[koganbot]

Belinda's favorite area to scratch was the R's, meaning that Lou Reed and the Rolling Stones took the most damage - possibly Belinda was unhappy with the portrayal of cats in "Under My Thumb."

[armistice_day]

I'm so sorry for your loss, truly. ♥
Having an eccentric little empress of a tortoiseshell myself, your description of Mew's ways made me smile in recognition. She sounds lovely and loved, a special presence.

[cis]

She was lovely, when she wasn't being a little terror. And even then!