I’ve been avoiding this post for a few weeks, but here goes. My buddy Baby Kitty passed away a few weeks ago after he accidentally fell out of a window while staying at a friend’s house until I stopped bouncing in and out of town. It’s nobody’s fault but I still feel incredibly guilty, and like it’s some reflection of how much my life right now feels really unravelled. I’m going to miss this guy. Even the moments when I wanted to lock him in the bathroom until he stopped aggressively mow-ing at 5 am, but mostly the moments when he’d wake me up by sitting on my face. RIP Bk, you were loved so much – when you were sweet, when you were annoying, when you’d just sit there staring at me like a therapist until suddenly I found an answer.
Baby Kitty HATES the vet. We end up violently wrestling every time I have to stick him in his carrier thing, and then he sits there, freaking out, pouting and lamenting.
The vet confirmed my suspicions that this cat is INDEED fat, but perhaps to the point that I should, you know, really start interjecting, before he gets diabetes and we’re forced to do a reality show together. And so, I’m going to splurge on some Atkins cat food, because apparently cats are people too. As for his early morning meowing, the vet suggested that I continue to ignore him when I get home, feed him less, or that I play a bird video for him to watch while I’m not here. Instead of diving head first into total Cat Lady, I think I’ll just send him a really long passive aggressive email instead.
I would tell you about how once a week, I have tuna for lunch and split the can with baby kitty and he totally freaks out, eats it in three seconds, then passes out on my backpack,
but I won’t tell you that,
because that would be embarrassing,
and just too much information about myself,
and my cat.
Baby kitty is REAL good at letting me know when it’s time to throw in the towel. To do so, he simply inserts himself directly in front of my computer and stares at me until I cease.