She came to see me on the couch. There’s a first time for everything.

She came to see me on the couch. There’s a first time for everything.



Charlie and Bella were sisters but hadn’t really gotten along the past five years or so. They’d hiss at each other in passing and generally avoid one another.
Charlie had been our downstairs kitty—at every house. She rarely came upstairs and pretty much lived her life on the main floor. She had a special wet food diet (that her sister benefited from) but wouldn’t really cry for food until Tom set foot in the kitchen at whatever god early time he woke up (could be 4a, could be 6a). She did have a random caterwaul that could happen any time, but mostly at bedtime—we assumed it was because she was lonely or going senile.
Bella was our quiet upstairs MBR kitty. She didn’t seem to like people much so pretty much lived/hid in our bedroom—though she did go downstairs to eat and use the litter. She slept with us every night and never cried for food.
Now that Charlie is gone…my how things have changed.
Bella is downstairs most of the time and rarely sleeps with us. She sleeps in random cat beds and sits on the back of the couch. But!—WHAAAT?!—she has started crying at any and all hours of the night. This morning she woke us up SCREAMING (we assumed for food) at 4:30 and kept it up until 5:45 when she came upstairs to scream at us, come visit us in bed for a minute, then leave. But then was quiet—so maybe she wasn’t hungry…but lonely? But she obviously knows where we are since she’s lived in our bedroom for years?!
We didn’t expect any of this and it’s been interesting to watch. So what I’m basically saying is cats are weird.

And then this happened…so I’m officially stuck.

I’ve been procrastinating picking up Charlie’s ashes until the initial wave of grief had passed. It’s been three weeks. I thought I’d be okay.
Nope. Nopity nope.

I’ve never gotten pet ashes before and probably wouldn’t have this time except the kids wanted them.
What a crappy day.
I got the kids a Charlie pillow and Katie loves it and carries it everywhere and even took it to “school” today. (Yes, that’s Charlie’s bed, too. Katie still carries that around.)


I took the kids to visit Brianna’s kittens as they’ve never seen kittens (I know, right?! But ours were already cats when the kids were born!) and oh man did they love it! Laughs and giggles and soooo much happiness. It was wonderful after the recent loss of Charlie.



Anna said David was the cat whisperer when it comes to nails so he offered to try Maggie’s since they were long overdue. She didn’t mind it nearly as much as when Tom and I try to do it. He’s hired.

This is her new cuddle spot—as soon as Tom lays down, she moves here.





Seventeen years is a long time for a cat, but it was still too soon. I hated to make the call but she told us it was time.
We are all devastated of course, and the kids are really taking it hard—especially Katie since Charlie has been her best buddy since Day 1.
It’s hard to pick from all the thousands of pictures I have, so here’s just a few of the more recent ones.

Rest in peace, Charlie.

We all decided to go out Pokemoning and I felt guilty about leaving Maggie so I bundled her up in a blanket and brought her with us. She loved it. She just curled up on my lap the whole time.



She was asleep in Tom’s chair in the sun as I sat down on the couch with the blanket. Within 30 seconds she had popped her head up and came over to cuddle with me.


Maggie has been sleeping with Katie more often and this is how Tom found them this morning.

We had brunch with Anna and David today and they brought their dog, Honey. She’s a great dog and we love her but she wants to play with Maggie and the cats and they want NO part of it. Charlie actually lasted fairly long in her bed but eventually she snuck up the stairs and just sat there. She RARELY goes upstairs so you know she wasn’t herself.

Enjoy this video of Maggie trying to bury herself in Katie’s laundry. That sheet just doesn’t want to cooperate.




So Charlie used to be my lap cat but as she’s gotten older she pretty much stays in her bed. But every once in awhile she will come up to visit on the couch and get cuddles for maybe 30-45 seconds…and I treasure it.

P.S. Yes, our tree is still up. Don’t care.

I happened to run across a stuffed duck with long dangly legs and remembered how much Maggie used to love them. I figured it was worth a try to get her one now to see if she would still go crazy for it.
Yep.

Both arms were ripped off within minutes.

It was so great seeing her playful!!
Under a warm laptop and a warm dog.

An hour later…

After I left for a phone call and lunch and came back and slid back under her.

I really need to sit at my desk and do some work but how can I deny this? I can’t.





I mean look at her face!
