Farewell Smokey

Farewell Smokey

Sep 21

I moved out of my parents’ house in Texas in September of 2005. I’d wanted to take Smokey, my cat, with me but the vets said at 10 years old, and less than 8 pounds, travel probably wasn’t best for her. So I left her with my parents in Texas when I moved in with my girlfriend in California. 

I went back to visit them a couple of months later, and Smokey glued herself to me for the entire visit. She wouldn’t leave my side – even following me into the bathroom and sitting on the back of the toilet just to be close to me. She slept in my bed, and the last thing I saw every night for the two weeks I was there were her shiny little eyes – a beautiful yellow with a soft green ring around the pupil – staring at me from next to my pillow.

One Year Gone – Farewell, Zigacious Amadeus

One Year Gone – Farewell, Zigacious Amadeus

Dec 15

[This post was originally written and posted one year ago – the day after we lost our precious little Ziggy boy. In honor of his death anniversary, known as a yahrzeit in the Jewish culture, I am reposting it here on BtRB.

Hey, Zig. Wherever you are now… we still miss you.]

I wrote recently about the mental acuity of one of our cats – the cat that Lona and I had been calling our “fuzzy little son,” since he’d very clearly decided that we were his mommy and daddy. Ziggy is twelve years old – and now, he’ll never be any older.

Very rapidly, over less than the last month, he began losing weight incredibly fast. He was still eating, and we had recently seen another of our cats (though this one upon reaching fourteen, not twelve) go through the weight loss that’s common in old age in cats. Ziggy was acting fine, otherwise, and there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with him.

Feline Reasoning Abilities

Feline Reasoning Abilities

Sep 06

I’ve had quite a few experiences with pets over the years that have lead me to believe that animals have much higher level reasoning abilities than most people give them credit for. One instance in particular that comes to mind, involves my dearly departed “fuzzy little son,” Ziggy.

Zig preferred to be in the bedroom with me and my wife if we were in there together. He would sometimes cry at the door, only to realize we were both elsewhere in the house and proceed to come find us. However, he would then try to get us to go into the bedroom by meowing and walking back and forth between us and the closed bedroom door.

The Garland Incident

The Garland Incident

Jun 08

Pets are wonderful – absolutely wonderful. And yet even the most wonderful pets will occasionally do something that will make you incredibly angry at the time.

Smokey lived for ten years – in that time she only did something that made me incredibly angry once. This became known as the Garland Incident.

Every year around Christmas, I would  string up garland around the inside walls of my bedroom, as well as putting some lights in my bedroom window. Stringing the garland wasn’t the easiest thing to do. I had a nail in one or two corners of my bedroom near the ceiling, but the other two corners would be held by tape.

Prior to this year, Smokey had never shown any real interest in the garland before. Prior to this year, however, she had also never seen me put it up.