Well, Sif just died. She was our oldest cat, who would have been 20 in April sometime. She was in decent health, for a fossil. There had been a few seizures, over the past few years, but overall, aside from being old and creaky, she seemed ok. Today she was her normal self, until she hopped onto the bed, lay down, and had what I think was a heart attack. She gasped and twitched, breathed heavy, and when I put my hand on her, I felt her pulse going so fast it felt like a thrum. I wasn't sure if she would come out of it, as she has before, but this seemed different, and she had pissed all over my bed, which she had not done in previous fits.
She slipped away. It was quick, and I think she was unconscious after the first hit. It's for the best, really. She was really old, in a house with 2 other cats who are A: boys and B: under 5. So she was rather put-upon, and spent a lot of time in my room where I would keep them from pestering her. Next year, when Bear moves in, she will bring her 3, and it would have been terrible for poor old Sif. I was resolved to take her with me, even though she did not move well, because I was not going to leave her alone here. So, this is better for all concerned.
Sif was a messy cat. She shed greasy hair no matter how much you furminated her. She barfed a lot and always had. We took her to the vet multiple times over her life, and she was just a puker. I am actually kind of looking forward to a life that does not involve yellow vomit and hair all over my stuff. I lost track of the extra washings my sheets have gotten because of her. I am washing them again, one last time.
We got her, originally, because we had Tazendra and she was our only cat and was lonely. So we got Sif to be her companion, and in this little yellow kitten Tazendra found a hatred that sustained her all her days. We all live for something, Tazendra lived to hate Sif, who continued to love her and be oblivious to how she was despised.
But Tazendra has been gone for years, and Sif had lived past her time. Everything seemed to bewilder and startle her. I did my best to take care of her and make her comfortable. I kept water for her in my room because she was too scared to go drink from the fountain. I fed her extra food twice a day to make sure she ate enough. I kept the boys off her whenever I could, and I put a stool beside my bed so she could get up and down when her back legs didn't seem to work so great anymore.
So she was not really my favorite cat, but she was my companion. Always in my way, under my feet, in my grill. Annoying, but I will miss her. Cats have their own gods. I hope one of them has come to take her home.
We had a really good start, and we just need to keep the momentum going. I would like to avoid the last-minute panic of the last time out. Yeesh. Forgive me, BTW, if I keep saying "we" even though this is all me. Right now, Naamah and I still share housing, and so this is for her budget and upkeep as well as mine. When that changes, I will tell you, though I hope you will stay with me.
I ordered the hardcopy books of The Demon Star today, and they should hopefully be here before month's end so I can send them out. No delays this time. Won't be able to get the new book out as fast as this one, because it will be posting on AE, but it will be way faster than we have been. My promise to you.
A bit under the weather. Feeling tired and down and my ears are clogged up, which is not fun. I keep hoping it won't start to hurt. I had a double ear infection once and it is not one of my fonder memories. I am flinchy about it to this day.COME SEE THE CAMPAIGN