Emo kitty is sad for a real reason
I never thought "emo kitty" would actually be used in this way before... Quite literally, if you will... You know how you always kinda wanna laugh at those people that "overreact" over their pets' deaths? But in the back of your head you're like 'Well... maybe it isn't "overreacting" but reacting the right amount.. I might do the same thing...'
Well, I was on the bus and I got a phone call today from daddy. I was on my way to get groceries and thought to myself 'oh, perfect! I can ask him how much he needs before the next discount!' But no... "Hunny, I got some bad news." So I think to myself "oh great, now what? Didn't get his raise? Grandpa's not getting his free oil? Another of my loans got cut?" But no... Can't be that nice, huh?
Tawni is my cat. I had her since I was 5:
And now... well... she has cancer. It's really bad. It's too far along for them to do anything about it, so they're going to have to put her down. I'm never going to get to see her again... I'm never going to be able just to lay in bed and read while petting her. Never get to have her curled up next to me again. Never get to give her any more of her favorite Natural Salmon kitty treats. No more sharing ice cream or toweling her off after her bath... No having her hop up on my lap while I'm sitting at the kitchen table. No more playing with milk jug rings. No more picking her up when she puts her paws up... It's been a week since I seen her last... I always just kind of figured she'd be there... and now I'm never going to see her again. No more hearing her purring. No more hissing or scratches either though. That's good right? Oh gods...
Just a few months ago a black cat showed up at our back door. At first dad just fed it, but then it got cold and so he let it come in. It refused to leave the house after that... until we realized something was wrong with Tawni... He would still creep back hours later, when you least expect it...
He's rather ghostly... Each of his hair's is half black (at the top) and then white on teh bottom half... The moment I saw him I thought "Charon." If you don't know your Greek Mythology, he's the boat-man of the River Styx. He will deny your passage to the afterlife if your family did not bury you with one (or in some versions, 2) coins (which is the boat-fare). Some versions you bury the coins in their hands, their mouth, ontop of the mouth, or over each eyelid. He showed up just before Tawni started to appear sick. We figured it was just the stress of the new cat... He was just a kitten (he was huge, but his balls didn't drop until a few days after left into the house). Charon... Why did I give it a male name when he didn't even show any signs of being male?! Why did I name a black cat that suddenly appeared something connected to death?! She started getting all swollen n dad thought she was just constipated. He took her to the vet n the cancer somehow made all this fluid collect into her abdomen. 2 bags full he said... I don't have any pictures of her like that, probably for the best... but I do have one from over the summer. She liked sitting in the window and watching the bats, bugs, and rabbits in the yard...
You know... I always liked cats... Some of my friends even say I'm cat-like myself... I went through my old baby book and found some proof of that. My one lil snugglie outsift was a cat. It had ears and a tail.
And my first word, at 7 months, was actually "kitty."
At at 8 months I would "mawrl" at the cats
I remember once... I pretended that I was a cat and followed them around the house... Ended up eatting cat food. Haha. I don't remember those two too much... Black one was Spooky and the orange one was Sunny.
Don't have a picture at my disposal right now of those two. I don't remember them dying... I remember crying over our dog Toby dying though... Being sad over Skeeter n Tuffy dying... Rocket, my bird dying I cried alot... Mom tried to blame my Ginnie Pig's death on me so I felt guilty over that one (she gave it a bath and told me to put it outside to let it eat some grass... it froze to death, but she told me it was because I let him into some sunlight). But Tawni I had for almost as long as I could remember... She was always there for me. Which was especially nice since I didn't have many friends at school. I was left alone alot, no one talked to me or wanted to hang out. But I always had her. And now I don't... I just lost my best friend. Looking back, I should have pressured daddy to keep talking her to the vet. Then they could have caught it early enough to save her... Maybe we could have had more years with her. She wouldn't have had to suffer so much over the year, months, weeks... whatever it was... I had her since she was old enough to take away from her mother... I raised her since she was a tiny little kitten... And now she's gone forever.
So that's that... Min died, too... I was on my way to get a new Algea-eatting fish when Daddy called (it's by the grocery store). No I'm trying to decide between "Thor" and "Frey". At first I thought "Thor" but now I'm starting to rethink naming things with the first one that pops into my head...
Well, I was on the bus and I got a phone call today from daddy. I was on my way to get groceries and thought to myself 'oh, perfect! I can ask him how much he needs before the next discount!' But no... "Hunny, I got some bad news." So I think to myself "oh great, now what? Didn't get his raise? Grandpa's not getting his free oil? Another of my loans got cut?" But no... Can't be that nice, huh?
Tawni is my cat. I had her since I was 5:
And now... well... she has cancer. It's really bad. It's too far along for them to do anything about it, so they're going to have to put her down. I'm never going to get to see her again... I'm never going to be able just to lay in bed and read while petting her. Never get to have her curled up next to me again. Never get to give her any more of her favorite Natural Salmon kitty treats. No more sharing ice cream or toweling her off after her bath... No having her hop up on my lap while I'm sitting at the kitchen table. No more playing with milk jug rings. No more picking her up when she puts her paws up... It's been a week since I seen her last... I always just kind of figured she'd be there... and now I'm never going to see her again. No more hearing her purring. No more hissing or scratches either though. That's good right? Oh gods...
Just a few months ago a black cat showed up at our back door. At first dad just fed it, but then it got cold and so he let it come in. It refused to leave the house after that... until we realized something was wrong with Tawni... He would still creep back hours later, when you least expect it...
He's rather ghostly... Each of his hair's is half black (at the top) and then white on teh bottom half... The moment I saw him I thought "Charon." If you don't know your Greek Mythology, he's the boat-man of the River Styx. He will deny your passage to the afterlife if your family did not bury you with one (or in some versions, 2) coins (which is the boat-fare). Some versions you bury the coins in their hands, their mouth, ontop of the mouth, or over each eyelid. He showed up just before Tawni started to appear sick. We figured it was just the stress of the new cat... He was just a kitten (he was huge, but his balls didn't drop until a few days after left into the house). Charon... Why did I give it a male name when he didn't even show any signs of being male?! Why did I name a black cat that suddenly appeared something connected to death?! She started getting all swollen n dad thought she was just constipated. He took her to the vet n the cancer somehow made all this fluid collect into her abdomen. 2 bags full he said... I don't have any pictures of her like that, probably for the best... but I do have one from over the summer. She liked sitting in the window and watching the bats, bugs, and rabbits in the yard...
You know... I always liked cats... Some of my friends even say I'm cat-like myself... I went through my old baby book and found some proof of that. My one lil snugglie outsift was a cat. It had ears and a tail.
And my first word, at 7 months, was actually "kitty."
At at 8 months I would "mawrl" at the cats
I remember once... I pretended that I was a cat and followed them around the house... Ended up eatting cat food. Haha. I don't remember those two too much... Black one was Spooky and the orange one was Sunny.
Don't have a picture at my disposal right now of those two. I don't remember them dying... I remember crying over our dog Toby dying though... Being sad over Skeeter n Tuffy dying... Rocket, my bird dying I cried alot... Mom tried to blame my Ginnie Pig's death on me so I felt guilty over that one (she gave it a bath and told me to put it outside to let it eat some grass... it froze to death, but she told me it was because I let him into some sunlight). But Tawni I had for almost as long as I could remember... She was always there for me. Which was especially nice since I didn't have many friends at school. I was left alone alot, no one talked to me or wanted to hang out. But I always had her. And now I don't... I just lost my best friend. Looking back, I should have pressured daddy to keep talking her to the vet. Then they could have caught it early enough to save her... Maybe we could have had more years with her. She wouldn't have had to suffer so much over the year, months, weeks... whatever it was... I had her since she was old enough to take away from her mother... I raised her since she was a tiny little kitten... And now she's gone forever.
So that's that... Min died, too... I was on my way to get a new Algea-eatting fish when Daddy called (it's by the grocery store). No I'm trying to decide between "Thor" and "Frey". At first I thought "Thor" but now I'm starting to rethink naming things with the first one that pops into my head...