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Inky, aka The Little Bitch, crossed today.
Before anyone gets up in arms about calling her a bitch, know it was said with love. She was a wonderfully cranky old cat that did not take any crap from anyone, least of all the dog that was at least ten times her size. He'd sniff her and try to rile her up, and she would simply lick her little polydactal thumb and he'd whimper and run off, memories of that same thumb poking him in the eye no doubt running through his head.
We got her from a shelter when she was 10, not wanted even though she was older then her original owner's children because she did not get along with their new puppy. She had been abused and suffered major weight and muscle loss. No one had adopted her and she was due to be put down the next day. We couldn't bear it, and so cat #4 entered the household.
Flash forward almost five years later, and she suddenly stopped eating, losing what little weight she had, and wanted to do nothing but cuddle and sleep. Today cuddling was even too much. She's buried with the whiskey she always tried to go after, and a blanket to make the "caves" she loved so much. She was a familiar, and a fine bitch of a friend.
She will be missed.
Before anyone gets up in arms about calling her a bitch, know it was said with love. She was a wonderfully cranky old cat that did not take any crap from anyone, least of all the dog that was at least ten times her size. He'd sniff her and try to rile her up, and she would simply lick her little polydactal thumb and he'd whimper and run off, memories of that same thumb poking him in the eye no doubt running through his head.
We got her from a shelter when she was 10, not wanted even though she was older then her original owner's children because she did not get along with their new puppy. She had been abused and suffered major weight and muscle loss. No one had adopted her and she was due to be put down the next day. We couldn't bear it, and so cat #4 entered the household.
Flash forward almost five years later, and she suddenly stopped eating, losing what little weight she had, and wanted to do nothing but cuddle and sleep. Today cuddling was even too much. She's buried with the whiskey she always tried to go after, and a blanket to make the "caves" she loved so much. She was a familiar, and a fine bitch of a friend.
She will be missed.
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