The stitches came out, but we’re still taking precautions — little Miss-Cabin-Fever goes out for constitutionals with a support sling, but that hasn’t stopped her from powdering her nose.
Season’s Salutations from Sasha & Co to all you pet-people of PPCB!
OK, it's time to introduce Arwen, Kiki's sister. Part Maine Coon, she's a beautiful long-haired cat with a very sweet disposition. At the shelter where we picked her out as a kitten, they had named her Ms. Purr because she purrs incredibly loudly. And she has that remarkable cat skill of sleeping so curled up that she looks like a pretzel with no beginning or end. Still cute despite being 15 years old!
I know that this is supposed to be a feel-good thread. But I have some sad news.
Psycho Kitty, the original Stickcat, passed away last night.
She had been struggling with an upper respiratory ailment for the past month and a half. We've been in and out of vets offices, trying to figure out what was happening to her. X rays, blood tests, nothing seemed to be wrong with her except for some early, mild signs of heart disease. She had been struggling a little with mobility, but yesterday she couldn't walk. My wife and I spent the evening with her, giving her all the love we could, trying to keep her as comfortable as possible.
I got her when I was 19 years old. She was my little friend for the next 19 years. I'm overwhelmed with grief, but I'm grateful for the time I had with her.
OK, it's time to introduce Arwen, Kiki's sister. Part Maine Coon, she's a beautiful long-haired cat with a very sweet disposition. At the shelter where we picked her out as a kitten, they had named her Ms. Purr because she purrs incredibly loudly. And she has that remarkable cat skill of sleeping so curled up that she looks like a pretzel with no beginning or end. Still cute despite being 15 years old!
Years ago, we had two cats (brother and sister) of similar color and hair, they would ball up like that together, you couldn't tell where one started and the other ended.
The stitches came out, but we’re still taking precautions — little Miss-Cabin-Fever goes out for constitutionals with a support sling, but that hasn’t stopped her from powdering her nose.
She was a sweet little kitty. My family used to foster cats, she was a foster failure.
We got her, put her in the big cage that we used to acclimate cats before we let them mingle with the others.
Well, she would have none of that bullshit. She would meow and meow and complain and it was keeping me up while I was trying to sleep.
So, I got up, said "FINE! you're coming with me". And I took her to my room and closed the door.
Well, she imprinted on me right away. Would not leave me alone. Always wanted cuddles, always wanted pets, always followed me around, lovingly.
Some of the girlfriends I had before I met stickwife were jealous of her. Cause they were weirdos, and good riddance. She took to stickwife like Velcro when I first introduced them. Nothing but purrs and cuddles.
She had a good, long run. I wish she hadn't been in so much pain towards the end. She deserved better. That little girl has been the best friend a stickguy like me could ask for.
It's gonna be weird not having her here. We just buried her in the backyard in a linen shroud, I'm going to engrave a marble grave marker for her with one of my drawings. We put her right next to a nice orange tree. It's very peaceful.
I dunno what to do with myself right now. Things seem pretty unreal. It's been a rough Saturday morning. Stickwife is heartbroken too.
Sigh. Life, man. Probably wasn't a good idea to start life. Gonna have words with the guy in charge. Zero out of ten stars.
She was a sweet little kitty. My family used to foster cats, she was a foster failure.
We got her, put her in the big cage that we used to acclimate cats before we let them mingle with the others.
Well, she would have none of that bullshit. She would meow and meow and complain and it was keeping me up while I was trying to sleep.
So, I got up, said "FINE! you're coming with me". And I took her to my room and closed the door.
Well, she imprinted on me right away. Would not leave me alone. Always wanted cuddles, always wanted pets, always followed me around, lovingly.
Some of the girlfriends I had before I met stickwife were jealous of her. Cause they were weirdos, and good riddance. She took to stickwife like Velcro when I first introduced them. Nothing but purrs and cuddles.
She had a good, long run. I wish she hadn't been in so much pain towards the end. She deserved better. That little girl has been the best friend a stickguy like me could ask for.
It's gonna be weird not having her here. We just buried her in the backyard in a linen shroud, I'm going to engrave a marble grave marker for her with one of my drawings. We put her right next to a nice orange tree. It's very peaceful.
I dunno what to do with myself right now. Things seem pretty unreal. It's been a rough Saturday morning. Stickwife is heartbroken too.
Sigh. Life, man. Probably wasn't a good idea to start life. Gonna have words with the guy in charge. Zero out of ten stars.
Just had her follow up xray/checkup two days ago, and she's right on track.
She's jumping up and down off the chesterfield. Still don't want her doing stairs, but she's more than capable as she just pushes past the x-pen gate and goes upstairs whenever she can sneak away from watchful eyes.
She was powdering her nose rather aggressively this morning (it's been snowing for 3 days), despite the temp drop to -21ºC (-6ºF) or colder;
and I keep missing the film-op to catch her filling her snoot with snow — I'll get it some time though. Always entertaining as she continually finds new ways of putting on the white-face. This morning she followed a ridge of snow from my shovelling, kind of like John Candy doing a line on SCTV...
and there's zero evidence in terms of clips, gifs, pics of that episode of SCTV. Anyway, coca's not my thing but I couldn't help but think of that episode...
Day before that she walked up to the edge of the driveway and with the snowbank well above the height of her head, just plunged her whole head straight in. A few times.
She's such a good girl. Way back when, we only put the cone on her once, just a trial fitting for five minutes. After that we never put it back on because she simply didn't need it.
Currently — Her leg is still bare on the sides and front, though the back has started to fill in. My wife knitted a legging for her which works GREAT, but it's not windproof.
Older pic...
The home-made support sling is still in use, too, 'cause just last week I nearly went arse'o'erTeaKettle on some ice — when she slips we've got her back... end. She charges ahead on walks — the sling actually helps control her a wee bit better.
I've had numerous pets in my lifetime — this one is extra EXTRA special, I rue the day such as Stickman's recent heartbreak.
Sasha is as of this moment as I type, nudging her nose and licking my hand... Time to go for a frigid walk!
She was a sweet little kitty. My family used to foster cats, she was a foster failure.
We got her, put her in the big cage that we used to acclimate cats before we let them mingle with the others.
Well, she would have none of that bullshit. She would meow and meow and complain and it was keeping me up while I was trying to sleep.
So, I got up, said "FINE! you're coming with me". And I took her to my room and closed the door.
Well, she imprinted on me right away. Would not leave me alone. Always wanted cuddles, always wanted pets, always followed me around, lovingly.
Some of the girlfriends I had before I met stickwife were jealous of her. Cause they were weirdos, and good riddance. She took to stickwife like Velcro when I first introduced them. Nothing but purrs and cuddles.
She had a good, long run. I wish she hadn't been in so much pain towards the end. She deserved better. That little girl has been the best friend a stickguy like me could ask for.
It's gonna be weird not having her here. We just buried her in the backyard in a linen shroud, I'm going to engrave a marble grave marker for her with one of my drawings. We put her right next to a nice orange tree. It's very peaceful.
I dunno what to do with myself right now. Things seem pretty unreal. It's been a rough Saturday morning. Stickwife is heartbroken too.
Sigh. Life, man. Probably wasn't a good idea to start life. Gonna have words with the guy in charge. Zero out of ten stars.
That's really hard man. I feel you fiercely. Our old dog was recently diagnosed with kidney disease. He may have one year left if we are lucky. He was my first dog (my parents didn't like pets) and he is the best dog ever. I don't know what I'll do when he goes.
That's really hard man. I feel you fiercely. Our old dog was recently diagnosed with kidney disease. He may have one year left if we are lucky. He was my first dog (my parents didn't like pets) and he is the best dog ever. I don't know what I'll do when he goes.
Renal failure is tough. I saw a little guy, was my mom's cat...though I named him (Kung-Fu Killer Cat or KK for short), through that. That was another foster failure.
Just give him lots of love and make him as comfortable as possible. Heated pet beds help when it gets cold. It's inevitable, but you can let them know that they're loved.
I spent yesterday with her next to me, gently putting her head. It seemed to help.
Here's another photo from when she got all chunky. I'm pretty sure she was meditating when she did this:
I've always said, buying/adopting a pet is just a down payment on heartache but it doesn't seem to stop me. I've had a dog, cat, and/or rat around consistently since college. I am done with rats though. They're petty much on their way out by the time you get to know them.
My late major dude was a great pyranees Rottweiler mix that LOVED to nose down plow thru fresh snow. Made little sense to me but was hysterical every time it happened. I miss that big guy intensely every day.
My cat Tomoe passed away last August, I'd had her for 19 years so needed a bit of time before we brought any new guys home.
A few weeks ago my son and I were playing with some kittens at our neighbours farm and thought it was finally time.
This is Jimmy and Dash. In typical cat fashion they're really cute, absolute assholes and established themselves as being in charge the minute we brought them home. They've fit right in
Little kitten is all growed up and bigger than his mom. I thought it was a girl until his little grapes popped down lmao. Neither of them are fixed so it’s getting a bit oedipus and weird up in here but they’re both due at the vet in the next two weeks
