Iggy loses his friend.

Karen

“Karen?” 

Yes, Iggy? 

“This is my forever home, right?” 

Yes, it is. 

“Then how come the ones that actually make it a home don’t stay forever?” 

I wish I knew, Iggy. 

 

SMUDGE
 Ornery Tabby, Domestic Round Lion 
 March 11, 1999-April 24, 2015

11 thoughts on “Iggy loses his friend.”

  1. Awwwww… so very sorry for Iggy’s (and your) loss. Smudge looks like my old kitty Mitch – he passed away this past winter after 17 years of being the top cat in the hierarchy. Scout still misses him. give Iggy a hug and belly rub from a sympathetic fan. No matter the number of legs, losing a friend is tough…

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    1. Thanks so much. Iggy’s doing okay — he has three other cats to torment, which gets his mind off it.

      Sorry to hear about Mitch. 17 is a good long time, but still not long enough, is it?

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      1. Cat-tormenting is always a good distraction… especially if there’s more than one to torment. Unfortunately for Scout, she’s usually the torment-ee. Gizmo and Mayhem tag-team on tormenting what I’m sure they think of as “duh dog”, emphasis on “duh”. 🙂

    1. Thanks. She would pretty much lay there and resent you if you tried to move her, and occasionally she would hiss at visitors. I don’t think she’d want anyone to know that she actually had her sweet moments, so I won’t say anything about that. 🙂

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  4. Condolences on Smudge’s passing…no matter how intellectually we know that we will outlive our pets, it’s always too soon and it’s never easy. She sounds like she was ornery in the best of kitty ways.

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  5. We have 2 cats now, as 2 cats had kidney failure while Mrs J R was in the hospital with septic shock. Mrs J came back from all of her physical problems, Rufus and Harvey did not.

    Rufus was named for the red patches around his head, neck and torso. Harvey was named for being invisible, like the giant rabbit in the Jimmy Stewart movie. When I rescued Harvey from the downtown West Side in a cardboard box, he jumped out in the living room, dived down the steps to the basement, and didn’t come out for a month or 6 weeks.

    We knew he was down there, the food went away and the litter box was used, but we couldn’t see him, ever. Rufus came from the neighborhood hardware shop, where I picked him up on the way to work one brisk morning.

    Rufus, after he got some age on him, started sneaking into bed with me and lying against my bald head for the warmth he could steal. Of course that kept me warmer too. Just a few days after I took Rufus for that last car ride to the Vet, Harvey started sneaking into the bed to keep warm. It made me cry, and I had to keep really still and quiet, or he was sneak away.

    Smudge sounds just like our cats; ornery when necessary, cuddly when possible. I know everyone in your household / family / neighborhood misses that ornery cat. I do too, even though I only knew him via your posts.

    Best wishes! and again, sorry for your loss.

    J R

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    1. Thanks so much. Rufus and Harvey were obviously very special cats.

      It’s funny — I can sleep just fine with Iggy next to me. One of the cats curls up with me, though, and I’m awake for as long as the cat is there. Iggy wants to be where I am and he’s not going anywhere. The cats, on the other hand, have a million better things they could be doing. That they choose to spend any of their precious time next to me is an honor indeed. I don’t want to fall asleep in their presence, lest I appear ungrateful.

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