Just have to take a quick little break. I’m working two jobs over Christmas which means I don’t actually have a day off for the next little while. I’m going to try to get some more posts done up on Tuesday when I go to work a bit later. I apologize for the delay but boy howdy, this Kitten is busy!
Well, he’s not what I was expecting but he’s my baby and I love him anyway.
This is going to be a pretty personal post and it’s also going to be a pretty sad one. It’s been a little while since I’ve posted and I apologize for that but I hope you’ll understand things have been a bit difficult. On Monday, October 13th, my dear friend Rosa Tufts, passed away at 35 after a five year battle with cancer. I was lucky enough to get to see her the Friday before she passed and I’ll hold that memory with me for the rest of my life. She was laughing and smiling, even though she had been told she only had a few weeks left at the most. I can’t imagine staying that positive in the face of such devastating news but that was Rosa – always smiling in the face of exceptional challenges.
That’s Rosa (on the left). This was taken at a combined birthday party she threw for me and her sister whose birthday is the same day as mine. I have always preferred the company of cats to the company of people but Rosa was an exception and she often did her best to force me out of my self-imposed isolation to get out in the real world. She loved having a good time and she loved making sure the people around her had a good time as well. She usually succeeded. I remember feeling incredibly uncomfortable at this particular party because I didn’t really know anyone there but Rosa went out of her way to help me feel more comfortable. Although I started the evening feeling shy and awkward, she got me talking and she made sure by the time I left that I had a good time.
So why am I choosing to share this here? Allow me to explain. That sleeping ball of fluff in the photo above? That’s Mama Steve the day she arrived in my home in May of 2009. Back then, she was just this tiny little creature that needed and wanted all the love and attention she could get. I had no idea at the time how much happiness she would bring into my life but Rosa did. That’s why she went against my husband’s strict “No Cats” rule and brought this little girl to me as a birthday present. See, my husband and Rosa go way back – back further than Rosa and I by at least a decade. Rosa absolutely knew me better than anyone else and she knew I needed a cat to make my life feel complete. She also, however, knew my husband well enough to know that there was no way he wouldn’t fall head over heels in love with Steve the moment he saw her. And he did. And life became a lot sweeter and a lot happier – and it was all thanks to Rosa.
Rosa was right about Steve. While I was happy with my husband and generally happy with my life, I did need a little something extra to give my love and affection to. Connecting with people has always been difficult for me but I’ve always felt a weird kinship with animals, cats especially. When Steve arrived, she changed a lot for me. I took her with me everywhere and refused to stay away from home for too long. When the idea of another cat came up, I shot the idea down. Steve was enough for me. It was my husband (remember him? the guy that said NO CATS!!) that felt rather convinced the cute little lady in the photo above needed a friend. Three years and two months after Steve arrived, my husband came home with…
…what appeared to be more teddy bear than kitten. That, my friends, is Morgan or, as he is now known, Mookie. We spent the first several months of his life with us quite convinced he was a girl. Turns out, that was not accurate. Steve hated his guts from the moment she saw him but that hatred cooled quite significantly when he was about eight months old because…
…this happened on May 24, 2013. That was about the time we discovered our fluffy little girl Morgan was actually our fluffy little boy and we now had more kittens to care for. While we considered finding good homes for them, we eventually decided no one could give these kittens a better life than us. We decided to keep the family together and I haven’t regretted it even for a moment. While we lost one kitten about five weeks in, the four remaining members of the family are just as close as they’ve ever been. Daddy Mook is an amazing Dad, keeping a close eye on his boys at all times. Mama Steve prefers to stay by herself but she’s always there for me if I need a good cry or even a little snuggle. When Steve went into labour, she came to me – choosing to curl up on my belly in my bed and have her babies there. Gross as it may have been at first, knowing that she trusted me to keep her safe while she gave birth to her little ones made me really understand the bond she and I actually have. When I go to the dark places in my mind and think no one in this world would miss me, I can remember back to that moment and know for certain that someone really would. My baby Steve. All of that would not be true if it hadn’t been for Rosa decided I needed a little more love in my life.
The photo above was taken late one night when Rosa showed up at my house because she hadn’t seen me in a while and was thinking about me. As you may be able to tell, I wasn’t feeling the greatest but Rosa brought me around in a hurry. There are a million things I’ll miss about Rosa every day for the rest of my life but that visit really sums it all up. She was having a good time and she was going to make sure I was too. She didn’t care what time it was. She wanted to see me so she walked all the way from town to do it.
Earlier last week, I’d heard Rosa was in the hospital and might not make it through the night. I was also told she wouldn’t live to make it out of the hospital. At that time, she was only allowed family visitors and despite the fact that she’s had me listed as her sister on Facebook for years, I was pretty sure I didn’t count as family. A few days after I was told she wouldn’t make it out of the hospital, she rallied back and was able to go home. I went to see her as soon as I could. So when I told her I’d be back to see her again, I really thought I would be. Two days later, I got the news that she had passed. The last time I saw her, Rosa and I talked about the cats quite a bit. We didn’t talk about the fact that she was dying or that we might not see each other again. I wanted her to know that her gift to me was the main source of everything right and good about my life and I think I made that clear. When I left, she asked if I was going to visit her again. I promised I would. I thought I had time. I didn’t but I’ll hold the memory of our last visit close in my heart for the rest of my days.
As ridiculous as it might seem to some, Monday night, I sat down with Steve and told her Rosa had passed away. While I know that Steve is a cat and can’t really understand what I saw, I like to think she knew I was upset because she was a little extra affectionate and stuck closer to my side than normally independent and solitary Steve would. She gave me a few kisses on my hand and gave me a few extra bumps with the chin. I treated all the cats to a little extra wet cat food (their favourite – turkey in gravy) and held them a little closer. We like to think we’ve got all the time in the world to let the people and the animals in our lives know how much we love them but the sad truth is, we don’t know. That’s life, I suppose. Just hug your loved ones a little closer tonight and make a little effort to let them know you care. Call up that friend you haven’t spoken to in a while and let them know you’re thinking about them. As for The Cute, I promise my next post will be a lot heavier on he cuteness and a lot lighter on the sad. I’m going to be taking a little more time off but I’ll be back to regular posting in the very near future. Thanks for your patience and thank you for visiting. We appreciate you taking the time to stop by!
I normally don’t share articles from outside sources but this was too cute to not share. Check this one out when you have a few minutes. Lots of cute pictures and great points about why being small is awesome.
I may have gotten into a bit of mud but nah, no bath required.
I don’t know if anyone’s actually said the micro version of anything is the better version but c’mon… it’s true, isn’t it?
… all the better to hear you with, my dear.
Oh! Hi there! Heard you like red pandas. Thought I’d pop by and say hello!
Sorry friends. I know it’s been ages and ages but life has gotten busy. The boys, Mullet and Dewey have now been neutered and have taken their first steps outside. Or at least Dewey has. My dear, sweet Mullet has decided he’d rather be an inside kitty. Dewey, on the other hand, loves the big, wide world… even if he only loves it when I’m outside to watch him play.
I know the photo above has nothing to do with anything but that’s how Mullet sleeps on my lap and I thought it was too cute not to share. The little bugger just melts my heart. Now, on with the news.
I was against the idea of letting the kitties outside because the world is a big scary place and these boys might as well be my own babies. Then this happened. It had been snowing all day but the kitties were sleeping so when they went to look out the window as they normally do upon waking up, they saw the world had turned white. It was still snowing and they sat there watching the snowflakes fall for almost half an hour. I knew these were not kitties that would be their happiest indoors and I believe it’s my job as a pet owner to give them the happiest lives they can have. It was decided that we would get them neutered (perhaps making their lives a little less happy but I refuse to contribute to unwanted kittens being born and I don’t think I could handle any more than the four cats I have) and let them out when they were a year old if they chose to go out.
Of course, we didn’t make it to quite a year. Mullet and Dewey don’t officially turn 1 until May 24th but we wanted to let them out a little early. It just seemed like the right time. As you may be able to tell by the wide eyes in the photo above, the kitties weren’t entirely convinced they were actually allowed outside. Mullet was the least excited, hunkering down by the door and not exploring in the least. Dewey, on the other hand, couldn’t wait to check everything out. He was the first off the deck and he wasn’t wasting any time putting his flea treatments to the test as he rolled around in the grass.
I’m not at all surprised that Mr. Dewey is the little explorer he is, even if he only explores when his humans are close by. He’s a very nervous, skittish kitty that is very unsure of people, except, of course, his people. Out of all the cats, Dewey most takes after his father, Mookie. Mookie was always curious about the outdoors and wanted to go out as soon as he was old enough to see out the windows. Dewey was the same way. He wanted to be outside chasing the snowflakes instead of chasing them behind glass. I was sure Mullet would be just as curious as he’s always running to the door as soon as it’s opened. Turns out, I was a little wrong.
It’s not really that Mullet doesn’t like the outdoors. He eventually hopped down on the deck and did a little sniffing around but when it was time to go back inside, there was no coaxing involved. The door opened and he ran back into his house. And make no mistake – it is Mullet’s house. The rest of it just get to live there because Mullet lets us. Today, Dewey has gone out every time someone goes in or out. Mullet? Meh. He’s bored by all of it. If I had to guess, I’d guess Mullet will go out for some air on the deck sometimes but the exploring? Nah. He’ll leave that to his brother. Mullet has far too much laying around to get done to waste time on sniffing grass and chasing leaves.
The biggest surprise for me, however, was Queen Steve. We’ve had our Mama kitty for five years and she has never shown even the tiniest bit of interest in the outside world. Now that she’s been spayed though, we decided we’d take her out on the deck and see how she felt about it – get her a little fresh air at least. We figured she’d be scared and would opt to go right back inside but we didn’t feel it was fair to give the boys a choice and not her. We were so wrong. Steve, as it turns out, loved the outside. She wasn’t as curious and playful as Dewey but she definitely enjoyed her time, opting to stay on the deck but happy all the same.
And now, just a quick note about some other things. I know it’s been a while since a new post has gone up but I’m working a new job and I’m working a whole heck of a lot. It’s nice in one respect as I was able to get the boys neutered and was able to get flea treatments for all the kitties but it’s also making it hard to post. I hope you’ll be a bit patient with me as I try to find my rhythm. I promise, it’ll go back to being The Daily Cute and not the Kinda Infrequent Cute soon.
Also, if you’re worrying about Daddy Mookie, he’s doing great but for some reason, my phone is refusing to release any more pictures. The next post I do, I’ll try to have some Mookie pictures for you. Assuming technology cooperates!
Final “Oops I Forgot” update: I did look at the Clydesdale photo and for some reason, it’s just not there at all, hence it not showing. I must’ve done something wrong when I posted it and didn’t realize it. I’ll pull the post and try to find another, similar photo next week. Thanks for calling my attention to it. I likely would’ve missed it.
Sorry guys – I know it’s been a while again but I’ll be back again very soon. Hopefully with some new pictures of Mullet and Dewey (and possibly Mommy and Daddy) if I can get my phone to release them. For now though, A DUCK!!!
Seriously, I’ll be back posting again, hopefully on Saturday morning!