Hm, I need to get better at relating the smaller events.
So I've never been good at updating; in fact, it's been close to a year since I posted last, reporting on the birth of my daughter.
This isn't going to be quite so happy.
A little less than two years ago I met an adorable orange kitten, one who'd been caught wild from one of the litters born under the building where I was living at the time. She was really too young to be away from her mama, but we knew we really had only the one chance, so we fed her and her brother from a dropper for the few days it took them to figure out solid food in earnest. She was a beautiful little squeaker, and I named her Midori for her green eyes, but mostly call her Mimi.
Time went on and Mimi and I didn't always get along so well. I wasn't the good daddy I should have been; she's never had any shots, nor was she spayed, and we've had to carefully develop our patience for the times she's gone into heat and become insufferably noisy and stuck her butt in the air for anyone and anything. All in all, though, I've never stopped loving that kitty.
Over the last few days she's been sick; she's been having trouble holding down food and been less than her usually-hyper self. Here I feel like I again have done her an injustice: I didn't pay nearly enough attention and by this afternoon she was having some kind of seizure. It was strange because she was wide awake and seemed to be trying to run away, but having a hard time staying on her feet. It went downhill from there, and we rushed her off to vet, but by the time we got there it was clearly too late; she'd stopped breathing and was gone.
So here's to a cat I feel like I didn't do justice, a cat I'd like to think loved me anyway, even if she only showed it at feeding time. Have fun playing in whatever heaven suits you, Mimi.
Mimi (2005-2007)
Where's Mimi? (click for larger image)