In Memoriam.

"Mew! Prrrp!"

- Papillon.

"Meoooooow!"

- Arnie.

So I was going to re-post Papillon's memorial post on the 9th October, the 3 month anniversary of his death, remember? Well, screw that. Arnie's heart failure was worse than we thought. And it was HEART FAILURE, we already thought it was awful! Basically, he stopped eating and went downhill really fast. He went to the vets for an appetite stimulant and the vet confirmed that he was just getting worse - he was even struggling to breathe. He's gone. I didn't even get to say goodbye.

Now the depressing explanation is over, on to the eulogies. That's right, this is still Pappy's post but I'm sure he wouldn't mind sharing with his brother. They were close enough to use each other as pillows, I'm sure they'll be close enough to share a eulogy post.

Pappy, I still miss you so much. Seeing you go from a cool, collected kitty to a whimpering cat who spent more time in the litter tray than anywhere else was horrible. But I'm going to remember you as you used to be. You were calm (barring your mad half hours) and constantly had a look of mild disdain on your fuzzy face. You knew you were Top Cat, at least in my eyes. You had us wrapped around your paws with your adoring purrs, wide eyes and bristly tail.

You even high fived me, you were so smart. OK, you sometimes came across as a little dumb like when you tried to jump a gap a couple of inches and somehow missed it. I'm sure you meant to do that. And when you went to catch a spider that was on the curtain but when you swatted it, it fell onto the floor. You looked at it and decided you were too cool to give chase. We never did find out where that spider ran off to. But you weren't always like that. Less than a week before your death, you and Arnie teamed up to kill a moth that was terrorising me. People say that cats don't care about their owners but I know you loved us.

And boy, did you disprove that theory, Arnie! You ADORED Murdo. And the feeling was mutual. He loved you - he said hello to you before Mum when he got in from work. You were his beloved son. Such a daddy's boy. You loved him just as much as you loved your catnip mouse, Fluffy. That's a lot! Murdo wasn't even a cat person until we got you. You were just that endearing.

Despite how much you were pampered and coddled, you still battled your brother for dominance - remember when you killed a fly and ate it in front of us to assert your dominance? You tried, bless you. You were always a little goofy though, what with your habit of taking food out of your bowl, dropping it and eating it off the floor. And that time when Mum petted you and you freaked out and fell off the sofa. Silly cat! You were so soft and cuddly though. And so vocal! I noticed that changing since your stroke brought on by heart disease. You were so quiet. You barely meowed when I handed Fluffy to you. But I know you're out of pain now. And Pappy will meet you at the Rainbow Bridge. It'll be great to see your brother again, won't it? No fighting, you two!

Now the last of the 5 kittens we got when I was 14 has gone, I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. I'll just focus on Elsa and Rae. Hopefully, they'll be healthy and live for like, 18 years. You two deserved so much more time with us. Luck was never on our side. But your lives were full of love, treats and cuddles (however unappreciated they were), even if they were too short. I'm sorry I couldn't help you. All I can do is hope you're happy now. I will love you forever and I will never forget you.

Updates 'n' Stuff.

"Get my television fix

Sitting on my crucifix!"

- Billie Joe Armstrong.

I am so sorry! It's been ages since I've updated my blog, I know. I didn't forget, honestly. I just didn't have anything to post about aside from replacing the memorial post about Papillon which has mysteriously disappeared (I did NOT delete it!) which I will endeavour to post on the 9th October; a quarter of a year after Pappy's death.

 Anyway, I've been super busy. Yep. Even if most of my business is just looking after kittens, lip syncing to Green Day and getting new piercings because I'm a rebel (and I'm dangerous *guitar riff*). My friend moved in so I've been out of the house a lot, spending my money and inexplicably dressing as Billie Joe. So. Updates on my life. I'll list them because I like lists.

1. My brother went to uni but he's home for a visit.

2. Pappy's brother,  Arnie, has heart failure. This proves we have the worst luck with cats. 

3. I'm trying to get out a bit more but it's hit and miss.

4. I bought a new phone charger which actually works.

5. My fluoxetine dose has been upped to 10ml daily because it stopped working at the 5ml dose.

6. I am on ESA which isn't ideal but it's an income which I need to stay alive.

7. My step-dad is in hospital because he has a gammy eye. I haven't been told the full extent of the situation but he might need it removed and he's fed up of being in hospital with nothing to do. 

8. My cats are lying across the pillow and I really need to sleep. I'm tired. But they're sleeping. Waking a sleeping kitten is bad juju. Never mind *yawn*. 

So that's what's been happening at Chez Blue. Also, Elsa got ahold of a piece of pepperoni earlier and I chased her around the house for 8 minutes before I managed to grab her and hold her as my brother attempted to wrestle the pepperoni from her vice-like jaws and Elsa growled in disapproval. Excitement abounds! Anyway, I'll try not to disappear again...but I promise nothing!