“He’s up there, isn’t he?”
“Yep. I just knew it.”
“I didn’t mean to step in my own poop, mom.”
If you’ve been following my blog, then you know I lost my 18.5-year-old cat, Fuzzy, in February. Don’t worry, this post isn’t about Fuzzy….
After Fuzzy crossed the rainbow bridge, I was suddenly left with only 5 cats. For 5 months I was 1 cat short of keeping my “Crazy Cat Lady” status! But in July on my birthday, a beautiful stray female cat found me. She came out of the woods covered with ticks and her fur matted. She actually looks like she might be part Maine Coon. After I got rid of the ticks I let her in the house. She immediately fit in with my other 5 cats. She seemed so familiar with the house, the other cats, our routine. She actually reminds me of Fuzzy. She doesn’t look like him at all, but she sounds like him, behaves like him, likes the same foods, and she cuddles like he did too. His grave is not too far from where I first saw her. Is it strange to think that somehow he led her to me?
I knew this poor lost kitty belonged to someone because the vet said she had been spayed. Her ears were clean, no mites. She had some matted fur but she was pretty clean for a stray. I placed a few online ads to find her owners. I didn’t try too hard though. Is that bad?! No one has contacted me, no one has come looking. I’m keeping her. She’s a beautiful, well-behaved, loving cat. She gave me back my “Crazy Cat Lady” status! I just love her to pieces.
Now, as difficult as it is for me to take care of 6 cats, I know how boring my life would be without them all. I despise the litter boxes, but it’s a necessity. Feeding time is a chore as well because each cat has his or her own ‘quirk’ that I must deal with. Cleaning up the occasional hairball mess is just plain gross! But the cuddles, snuggles, and headbutts are the best and I wouldn’t have it any other way!
On that note, I would like to invite you to my new blog entitled “Hairballs and Headbutts – Shenanigans of Six Finicky Felines – A Photo Collection” which is just a simple photo collection of my crazy fur-family! Please check it out over at blogger.com and feel free to say hello!
It might sound trivial to some, but today is the anniversary of my best buddy Fuzzy’s death. He was the best cat ever. I cried, as I always do when I think about him. He’s only been gone since February. I hope it gets easier to remember him.
It was 1998 and my kids and I were at my sister’s house for a visit. My sister’s kids and mine were outside playing and they found a litter of kittens. I don’t recall if there was a mother cat with them or not. The kittens were all adorable but one stood out from the rest.
He was a tiny, gray striped male with a huge personality! He played with his siblings but also by himself. He was the happiest little guy! We took him home and named him Fuzz.
Fuzz was spoiled rotten before too long, of course, but he was a good cat! He never had a problem using the litter box, he had manners when we were eating, and he didn’t claw the furniture. He was so cuddly and sweet at bedtime. He slept with me and there were many times over the years that I’d wake up to one of his paws stretched across my face.
When he was a young cat, he loved our Christmas trees! I always had to set up the tree without any decor until he got his climbing frenzy out of his system. It was hilarious watching him climb and go nuts. At that time he didn’t go outside so it was so new and fun for him!
Fuzz was very protective…of ME anyway. There were many times he jumped in between me and some critter in the yard! Sometimes it was an opossum and sometimes a skunk. That cat jumped between the critter and me before the critter could get too close. It was amazing!
He spent a lot of his time outside so he was very street-smart. It’s miraculous that he didn’t get caught by a coyote or hit by a car; but like I said, he was street-smart. I can count on one hand how many times he had to go to the vet because he was sick or hurt.
His last year with us, he began to show his age and he started losing weight. Then came his uncontrollable hunger, which is when I took him to the vet. Kidney Disease. That dreaded kidney disease. He wasn’t going to make it to his 19th Christmas. I knew it was just a matter of time at that point and gave my poor Fuzzy anything he wanted. Why not? Wouldn’t you want someone to give you anything you wanted if you were dying?
Fuzzy’s favorite foods were chicken, tuna, cheddar cheese, milk and vanilla ice cream. So, when he was hungry….which was almost all the time in the last few months of his life….I gave him chicken, tuna or cheddar cheese. I didn’t give him much of the other things because it wasn’t good for the litter box if you know what I mean.
Last February, my youngest cat caught a respiratory virus and I feared the others would get it too. They did. I spent 3 entire weeks going back and forth to the vet, cleaning and disinfecting, and trying to nurse all 6 cats back to health. I was not able to help my buddy, Fuzz. He was too sick and too weak. When he refused to eat, I tried to force him. He wasn’t having that at all. I knew I was going to have to take him for his last ride.
It was one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make. I didn’t want him to suffer any more than he already had. We said goodbye to him at 4 pm on February 23, 2017. We took him home and buried him in the garden. He was 18.5 years old.
He would have been 19 years old this month. I have never had a cat live as long as Fuzz did. Now I have two 15-year-old cats that are really starting to show their age. It won’t be long now before I lose them. It really sucks when you lose a furbaby, but it’s even harder when they have been with you for so long! Fuzz grew up with my kids! The other two senior cats actually did too!