I guess I did have cat blogging to do today. Just got word that my last remaining childhood pet, my sister M.’s cat Delaney (more commonly known as Puddin’ and, after she was hit by a car and lost an eye, Winky) died this afternoon.
Apparently, she was really sick for the last little while, and M. decided today was the day to put her down — after, naturally, much denial, agonizing, and guilt. So the vet comes in to the office, where M. is sitting with Puddin’ virtually motionless in her arms, and says the first thing she’ll do is sedate the cat “to relax her.” M., never too upset to be a wiseass, says, “I’m pretty sure she can’t get more relaxed.”
And indeed, ’twas true, since by the time M. put her on the table to get started, the kitty had already gone to the great beyond. How perfect is that?
I don’t have any digital pics of the Puddin’ Cat, so you’ll have to settle for lolcats that kinda look like her. Only with extra eyes.
And really, I think those make up an entirely fitting tribute.
ETA: actual pics of Delaney.
That’s her in back, and her brother Franklin (who has both eyes but happens to be blinking) in front.
She was always an adventure cat:
Except when she wasn’t: