It’s time to change the image header for my blog. As of Thursday, there are no more cats in my life. Jessy left for Valhalla two years ago, at nearly 20, and her daughter, Choccie, at the grand age of nearly 22, left this week. Choccie was an only child/kitten, her two siblings dying at birth. Unfortunately, in my own human experience, mothers and daughters do not get on at all well but these two were an exception. I miss them both.
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So sad for you Jill. How blessed you and your furry friends were to have been in each other’s lives for over 20 years.
Alexandra got Jessy as a 6-week old kitten, and then Choccie came along about a year later. Feels like forever ago.
Sorry to hear that. Would you look for another cat? Twenty years is a good lifespan; they look very happy, healthy cats. You must have looked after them well.
I did my best, but I think they also had good genes. They also never ever went beyond the garden walls, they weren’t especially adventurous. Maybe just happy in each other’s company for so long. I don’t plan to have another cat in my life.
Jill, wonderful memories of well lived cats – many cats do not even get to be a decade old – and so you must have been a caring “human provider” ….
They could be a bit naughty but not very often. I have lovely memories – and some not-so-nice ones of being brought a snake, a mole, some mice and a couple of birds from time to time.
Oh Jill, I’m so sorry to hear about Choccie. Wow, 22 years is a very good innings. Maybe Choccie will meet up with Tess and Josie and they can discusss their Wimbeldon outfits! :)
They would each have expected to be the star of the match.
I am sorry to hear that you have lost your remaining cat. They lived to a good age! I would miss my 3 dreadfully even if they drive me mad at times.
Choccie used to get under my feet a lot, especially after Jessy went. In fact, she caused me to trip over her early one morning becuse she was lying in the middle of the rug – the consequence was a broken left hand. I rolled around and groaned for a bit but she didn’t move a muscle!
Typical cat!
I’m so sorry! Losing them so close together…I can’t imagine the grief you must be going through. Hugs!
They had good, long lives and lots of love, and they went peacefully. I am just grateful for that.
I’m so sorry I didn’t see this post as soon as it came out, to offer condolences. Our furry companions may be small (some of them), but they occupy large places in our hearts, and I know you’re going to miss her and her mother who went before. At the ages of 20 and 22 you know you gave them a truly excellent life. Hugs, and much sympathy.
Thanks, Kate. Sleeping without Choccie on the bed with me (literally on top of my hip or legs in winter), and being woken up at 4.30am by someone wanting early breakfast is taking a bit of getting used-to. I do miss her, miss both of them.
I bet. Especially after enjoying her company for so long. Someone wanting his breakfast at 6am is just fine with me, as it means I get to enjoy the dancing about and gusto as he chows down.
Oh that is sad and will take some getting used to. What lovely cats they were, we’ve had birds, mice and a frog or toad, never a snake …eek!
It was a harmless brown mole snake, but my heart still stopped. I ran for the neighbour – she was comfortable around snakes.
So sorry you are a no cat lady. They leave big gaps in our lives, Hugs, xx
But I’m still crazy…..;)
Aw I’m so sorry about your kitties
They’ve left two cat-shaped holes !
I’m so sorry. The loss of pets is so hard. Your cats obviously had incredibly good lives, given their ages. Wishing you lots of happy memories!
I relied earlier but wordpress is playing up. They were Good Cats, and very close. One was seldom found without the other in tow. I’m definitely not ready to adopt another cat – or should I say, allow myself to be selected by one! But as I said to Linne, I suppose one should never say never…
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I’m so sorry to hear that you are now a ‘no-cat lady’, but happy to hear that you are still crazy :-)
My cousins swore after their last cat died that they’d never have another, but one day Susan looked out the window as she was preparing her supper and there were two babies with half-open eyes looking wistfully up at her. She rushed out with a plate of well chopped up chop and gravy. One vanished a couple of days later, the other is now king of the household . . . so you never know; if a cat is in your karma, it will find you . . .
I’m sorry yours are gone, though. They do leave large holes in our days and hearts, don’t they?
I miss my animals, although it’s been years now since I’ve been able to have any. I hope you are adjusting alright. <3
I suppose one never knows, and one should never say never, but in the meantime all cat accoutrements have been donated to a neighbour who takes in rescue cats. I still expect to be met by a desperate yowling creature who pretends she hasn’t been fed for a week when I come home, even if I’ve only been out for 10 minutes. I imagine she’ll have them pretty well trained by now in cat heaven.
I think my cousins have said ‘never’ more than once, but then some cute young thing comes along and that’s that . . . cats have their own ideas, don’t they? I miss having pets, but if I want to travel again, and I do, I don’t see how I would manage. But I do hope to have more in my future.
I know what you mean about the cat training them in cat heaven, too. The cat here will go to the partly open door that leads to the addition where his food is, sniff the opening, look at me, sit down and continue to look. Eventually, I get up and push it a couple of inches wider and he saunters slowly through. He could easily push the door himself, or even go around to the other door that is always wide open, but no, he likes service, thank you! It’s quite amusing, really . . .