Bye Bye Kitties
Although 99% of these blog posts will be about Brixton and how cute & smart he is, there will be the inevitable 1% that won't really be about him.
This post will be in the 1%.
We all talk about how much happiness our families and friends bring us, but we don't always talk about how much our pets mean to us.
How they add just that little something extra to make our lives complete.
Last Monday, Delia woke up to find out that Aphrodite had passed away during the night.
She was the last of our kitties to leave us; Fatty was the first and Nyah was the second. Delia was the first to get Aphrodite in the summer of 2003; Nate got Nyah two weeks later and two weeks after that, I brought home Fatty.
We had so much fun with those kitties: we threw them in the air and made them land on the couch, we lifted their tails and pretended that their butts were machine guns, we slid them on their sides across the kitchen floor and we watched them run all across the house and up and down the stairs.
I was the first to break up the trio when I got married and took Fatty with me. After Delia got married, she took Aphrodite and Nyah with her. Fatty thrived on being the one who got everyone's love and attention; Aphrodite and Nyah were thrilled with not being chased by "Fatty the Rapist".
Even though Fatty's been gone almost two years, we still miss him...but these are the things we miss the most:
His uncanny ability to puke anywhere but on the paper towel we tried to shove underneath his mouth.
Sneaking outside to lick stucco.
Hearing his loud footsteps as he walked through the house after we went to bed.
The tufts of fur and yucky cat sand left on our pillow.
His warnings of an ant invasion: he'd find a few scouts and roll around on them...trying to cuddle the tiny ants and crushing them in the process.
Fatty was not really a playful cat...his attention span consisted of playing with a string for approximately 20 seconds until he would lie down with the string. The one time we found a lizard in the house we all ran away...including Fatty. He had zero killer instinct.
During Rowan's last few days, Fatty was with us every minute. He sat on Rowan's lap and purred his good-byes. After Rowan was gone, we would find Fatty snoozing on Rowan's bed amidst all the stuffed animals (he never did that when Rowan was alive). He got us through that first year without Rowan and just after the first anniversary of Rowan's death, Fatty passed away.
Aslan, lovingly known as Fatty
July 2003 - February 5th, 2008
Now, Nyah was a bit of an odd kitty. She was a "kneader" and didn't exactly know how to retract her claws...consequently, her nails would get stuck in our clothes as she kneaded her delicate little paws into our mushy tummies. She had a weird meow that didn't sound like a meow at all...it sounded more like she was drowning in a tunnel. But she was the sweetest cat and all she wanted was to be pet by the nearest hand (or foot) available. She was commonly referred to as Queen of the Hill People, mostly due to her split ends, the large eye-lined eyes, her awesomely long tail and her tiny feet.
Nyah
June 2003 - June 25th, 2009
Aphrodite was just like Delia - a complete biyatch who everyone loved anyway. When she was a kitten, Delia used to put her through "training" where she would teach her to become an attack cat. For the longest time she didn't really like anyone except for Delia. But the last couple of years she came out of her shell...she would try to jump on anyone's lap who sat on the couch. She allowed Lucy to pull her tail and tug on her ears. The weirdest thing about Aphrodite was when she would get a "grasshopper" in her rear and jump up super high and run away, tap dancing all around the house with her little tap shoe claws. Oh, how we all miss the sound.
Aphrodite
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