Sweet Brown Kitty

The family cat passed away this week. She was twenty years old. She was born into a chaos of siblings, shuffled to our quiet shack, and given a partner/boss cat. She chirped like a mouse, her namesake. She was useless in catching bugs, but she did fit my hamster into her mouth once. Unlike her shifty roommate she despised the outdoors. She'd just rather not. If held to a lightbulb, she would lick it. She was a fat cat, gobbling up everything, including a basket full of Easter grass, but this past year after I took her to the cat salon for a shave, I realized she had gotten quite tiny. Itsy bitsy bird bones and shivery scalp. She was missing teeth and yowled at two in the morning like a cat pirate.

In cars she complained the whole time. She learned a cottage twice, but she spent her last days with my dad quite constantly living to jump into his arm chair as soon as he stood up. Toasty seats make good cat beds.

I don't have a favorite memory of Mouse. I guess I liked when we put a pumpkin onesie on her and she just laid on the couch like a festive slug. We never had a bond. She was just sweet and frumpy and a little clueless. I will miss her.

You can sort of be bird-brained and even a little gross, but people will still like you if you're just nice and generally happy it's another day.

Although I Am Grateful...

Mouse has it so easy

Some things I would really like right now:

-Some delightful fare--a caesar salad or some eggs benedict (I am hungry hungry hungry today)
-Guaranteed dry bed
-Unsandy feet when getting in said bed
-A bug zapper
-A clue about the big picture of my life

I know if I knew what my life is going to hold I'm sure I would be overwhelmed, depressed, or bored because...well because that's how it is for most of us. I'm sure if someone showed me my life now five years ago I would have burst into tears. I'm sure I didn't do things I thought I wanted or did things I thought I didn't want. But, I could comfort my past self by saying, "Oh, but you'll be happy!"

Which, I guess, I already do know about the next five years. So. Um. Got it.

Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.