Sad Friday Cat Blogging
Last night was chaotic. Yesterday was my son's last day of school and being the social butterfly that he is, he invited, oh, I don't know, 108 friends over to our house without telling me. Every year on the last day of school our neighborhood gets together at the park for a bonfire. All the kids take their homework from the year to burn it. It's a tradition that's been going on for more than 10 years. The concept has always sounded kind of warped to me and actually I'm surprised that some insurance company hasn't put a stop to it yet. But, it's a really fun time -- lots of food and drinks and people of all sizes. My son seems to think he has a reponsibility to make sure as many people as possible show up.
It's also an excuse for all the kids to stay out late. So I had boys in and out of the house until about 11:30. I struggled to make it through The Daily Show and then finally told them they had to come in for the night. I made sure they knew there was food in the frig and then I went to bed.
This morning as I was making coffee, my husband asked, Did you see we got toilet papered?
We both went to the front window. It was a pretty measly attempt. Like half of one roll's worth sort of sadly hanging from one branch from a tree closest to our house.
And then my husband saw one of our cats laying in the street. Not moving. We have three black cats -- Woody is 16, Lego is 8 and Oliver, the baby, is 10 months old. My husband and I ran outside, but I couldn't go all the way down. I kept asking my husband which one it was.
It was Oliver, my little buddy.
My husband's out back burying him right now and I'm just sitting here feeling heartbroken and guilty that after I knew the boys were inside and safe that I didn't make sure all the cats were in. And I wonder if he sat at the patio door last night waiting for someone to let him in.
I've been thinking about what Claire's mom wrote to her after their dog died a few weeks ago.
I have always thought humans were so lucky to have these marvelous creatures to have as friends and companions in life. The happiest humans out there are those who love their pets, great and small. And I, personally, have cast a beady eye upon those who don't get it. A part of me stands suspicious of them, sensing something missing.


I'm so very sorry to hear about Oliver. Been through it...I know what a sad time this is.
Posted by: Chrys | June 09, 2006 at 09:03 AM
BG- I am so sorry... as you know, we lost our oldest dog this week... I feel your pain.
Posted by: Jennifer | June 09, 2006 at 09:12 AM
oh, BG
i am so sorry :(
Posted by: almostinfamous | June 09, 2006 at 09:23 AM
Ah, hell, BG, I am really sorry to hear that. That is very sad.
Posted by: Brando | June 09, 2006 at 09:56 AM
Oh, Blue Girl ... no good words.
Posted by: Chuck Champion | June 09, 2006 at 10:16 AM
That is precisely the reason why Barney Kitty isn't allowed outside. I don't think I could cope with losing him. I know exactly how you must have felt about your cat. Don't let it tear you up. It was an accident.
Posted by: dean | June 09, 2006 at 10:20 AM
Oh BG. This is terrible. I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say except that I am so sorry.
Posted by: Claire | June 09, 2006 at 10:30 AM
All my sympathy BG.
Remember what a great friend he was, that's the best tribute.
Posted by: TC | June 09, 2006 at 11:23 AM
Oh, my. How sad.
BG, take time for your self today and don't worry about blogging.
Posted by: Kevin Wolf | June 09, 2006 at 11:24 AM
Sorry for your loss.
When I was 17 our cat Puffy died (he was 14) - and I couldn't make it to school the morning I found him.
Posted by: kel | June 09, 2006 at 11:57 AM
Thanks everyone for all your kind words.
He was such my little baby.
He just wasn't very street smart yet. My fault.
Posted by: blue girl | June 09, 2006 at 12:52 PM
My heart goes out to you lbue girl, I hate deaths in the family. Cat's are family. I suffered a lot when denis died, but at least we got to know them :) Imagine if you never have had him in your life...
Posted by: denisdekat | June 09, 2006 at 12:54 PM
A moment of silence here on the left coast, for sweet little Oliver.
Posted by: Larry Jones | June 09, 2006 at 12:58 PM
I'm so sorry, GlueBirl. I'd be destroyed if one of our wonderful dogs were taken from us.
But not the guinea pig. Not the damned useless guinea pig. You want a guinea pig? I'll package him up and send him to you. In a FedEx box. That's good eating.
Posted by: Neddie Jingo | June 09, 2006 at 01:17 PM
Um. Jeddie? We've got three guinea pigs in our dining room.
Why THREE, blue girl?
Because when we bought *Harold* at the pet store, little did we know that *he* was a *she* who was expecting!
Five little baby guinea pigs were born the night the Red Sox won the World Series.
They're cool. When they squeak for carrots, it makes me smile.
But, really -- I'm not sure they even know they exist!
:)
Posted by: blue girl | June 09, 2006 at 01:22 PM
What a cutie; I'm so sorry.
I have to go hug my doggies, now, who I'm always taking for granted.
Posted by: Gideon S. | June 09, 2006 at 02:27 PM
Would that you all could muster the same level of passion for the unborn child in the womb.
What a bunch of self absorbed ...
Posted by: RedguyRedstate | June 09, 2006 at 02:49 PM
I'm so sorry, Blue Girl.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 09, 2006 at 02:52 PM
RG/RS: You are more than welcome here at any time to say and write anything you want.
But, I do want you to know that your comment was out of line and not appreciated.
I don't turn everything into a political issue over here -- so I'm almost positive that means you don't have to either.
Posted by: blue girl | June 09, 2006 at 03:02 PM
Wow, BlueGirl, your response to RG/RS suggests you are a stronger, far more gracious hostess than I will ever hope to be ... and, fer the record, your compassion for all the world's creatures is pretty self-evident -- including when they emerge from the womb and have to do battle with the very tough Red State world in which they may find themselves.
Posted by: Chuck Champion | June 09, 2006 at 03:11 PM
I'm so sorry for you, BG.
Posted by: Yosef | June 09, 2006 at 04:52 PM
The one thing I can't really handle about the boys is thinking about how I'll feel when somehtign happens to them. In fact I am getting sad right now. Oh, BG. *hug*
I don't care if Yo saw me do that, you know we feel for you and the little guy. He looks so content in that photo. I need to go now, I have somehting in my eye.
Posted by: Pinko Punko | June 09, 2006 at 06:48 PM
Really sad for you Blue Girl - but i think if the cat was lingering near the patio door it was probably because he was sitting there thinking about how lucky he was that lived part of his life outside.
Posted by: BOSSY | June 09, 2006 at 06:50 PM
Oh Blue Girl, I'm so very sorry! However long they share our lives, it's never enough. He was a beauty and know that you gave him love and a happy home while he was here.
Posted by: Bunter | June 09, 2006 at 07:18 PM
It's a little known fact that when you die and you get to the other side...if your pets are not there to greet you, it's gonna be a really hot, sulfhury, miserable eternity.
Great photo.
Sincerly Jim Bailey aka'fartsinsleep' over on holoscan
Posted by: JIM BAILEY | June 09, 2006 at 07:36 PM
We had to put down one of our six cats last Saturday when the cancer she'd been battling for some time spread to her liver and spleen.
Cats (and dogs) are generally much easier to like than most people-and frequently more intelligent.
My condolences.
Posted by: Ted Raicer | June 09, 2006 at 07:39 PM
My condolences, i know if anything happened to either of my fuzzy little freaks i'd be totally devastated.
take care
Posted by: The Crapture | June 09, 2006 at 08:28 PM
"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.
--Irving Townsend.
Everybody who has animals special to them has to go through that pain. We understand and feel for you.
Posted by: ciocia | June 09, 2006 at 09:03 PM
I am so sorry to hear about your loss. My house is full of critters (including baby cat furballs I ended up with by taking in a stray).... and each critter is so very special.
When one of my cats was hit by a car a while back I tried to tell myself that she died happy, chasing a squirrel or chipmunk across the street and hopefully didn't know what hit her... she's probably still chasing it in cat heaven.
{{{hugs}}}
Andrea
Posted by: GiG | June 09, 2006 at 09:58 PM
i'm really sorry.
he sure was beautiful.
Posted by: daveminnj | June 09, 2006 at 10:28 PM
The world is no longer a place for kitties to run free on the streets. All mine are now indoor kitties, and indoor kitties they will stay.
Your friend is waiting for you in the meadow on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge, and you'll see each other again.
It's a killer to lose the best kind of friend there is, and kitties are It. My condolences for your loss.
Go here:
http://www.petloss.com/poems/maingrp/rainbowb.htm
Regards
TCinLA
Posted by: TCinLA | June 09, 2006 at 10:29 PM
That sucks, honey. I have two sick critters at home now - and I'm afraid I'll be facing something like that again soon. My thoughts are with you.
Posted by: The Fat Lady Sings | June 09, 2006 at 11:26 PM
My wee beastie friends are some of the best people I know, bar none. And I've mourned the ones who've moved on over the years as deeply as I've mourned the loss of human friends. Oliver was a lovely little guy. I'm so sorry.
Posted by: Wren | June 09, 2006 at 11:51 PM
Deepest sympathies, Blue.
Posted by: Midniter | June 10, 2006 at 03:48 AM
I had 4 cats. One died the day after Christmas and the second one was diagnosed with cancer. I'm doing the best I can in this situation...the more help I gave to the this kitty the better I feel.We who greive our little friends have a special bond.
Posted by: Lynda Connelly | June 10, 2006 at 04:59 AM
I am so sorry. I lost a beloved cat earlier this year, after she lived to the truly stupdendous age of 20, and it still hurt like hell.
Posted by: Campaspe | June 10, 2006 at 05:29 AM
oh. what a sweet, sweet little thing. i'm so sorry blue girl.
Posted by: anita | June 10, 2006 at 06:21 AM
Soory to hear about your poor kitty.
Posted by: The Viscount | June 10, 2006 at 11:04 AM
Sorry for your loss.
I know exactly how it feels...and it was even the same week and the same kind of cat...
Posted by: actor212 | June 10, 2006 at 11:16 AM
Sorry it's late, nevertheless, I am soo sorry for your loss. Hang in there, kiddo!
Posted by: Adorable Girlfriend | June 10, 2006 at 01:37 PM
striking photograph. one that you will treasure.
Posted by: sightunseen | June 10, 2006 at 03:37 PM
I'm so sorry BG. I don't know how I missed this yesterday, but am in no way surprised to see the wonderful outpouring of support and condolences from your hoards of admirers.
May your tears wash away your grief and leave you with the sweetest memories. He's a beautiful kitty.
Posted by: Michael Bains | June 10, 2006 at 08:35 PM
O dear...I am so sorry, BG. For some reason, this seems to have been a season of losses and delays and voids, and Oliver fell into one of the black holes. I wouldn't be surprised if he fell for that kitty thing about the paradise that can only be found under cars. It's a mystery.
About ten days ago, when I nailed an interim job, I stopped by to see my old companion and helper, Noodley. Since our separation in March, I'd visited a couple of times and he was very blasé (he's very sophisticated!); not this time. As in Claire's post, it's almost inconceivable to me that the human/animal relationship escapes some people. Took only a couple of nanoseconds to turn me into a dog, I swear.
We were on the floor, tail-wagging and in delight to see one another again. He was even vocalizing - and got wood, too, tho we always ignored that.... And this was a public place, where I should not have been sprawled on the floor, talking Noodley-talk. O well....
But, as much as we are responsible for them, our animals have private lives about which we know almost nothing. Sometimes they can defeat the most careful love and husbandry. May be part of their mission to us, that they live faster and shorter lives, so we get to see the full span, a few times, before we have to face it ourselves,
Posted by: grishaxxx | June 10, 2006 at 10:21 PM
Hi grisha,
I miss you! Thanks for your beautiful comment.
Posted by: blue girl | June 10, 2006 at 10:31 PM
My heart goes out to you. Young or old, sick or well, losing a beloved furry member of the family is very, very, sad. Remember the love,
Catherine
Posted by: Catherine Rome | June 10, 2006 at 11:21 PM
so, so sorry to hear about this, Blue Girl. May he rest in peace.
Posted by: Matt | June 11, 2006 at 01:05 PM
Oh, Blue Girl, I feel for you ... I have cat named Oliver, too, and I would be heartbroken if I lost him. I live in an apartment and I don't even let him out in the hall!
Posted by: Brooklyn Girl | June 11, 2006 at 10:56 PM
BG,
so sorry but don't blame yourself, blame Red Guy up there because if it wasn't for wingnuts making it so damn difficult to procure aborted human fetal meat to feed our kittens, they wouldn't be so prone to wander across streets.
Posted by: Bob | June 12, 2006 at 01:05 PM
I am so sorry to hear that you are now a blue girl in a very blue state. Don't blame yourself, remember how lucky you were to have him in your life, and how even luckier he was to have a loving and caring family.
Excuse me, I'm going to go home now and hug my greyhound.
Posted by: MeLoseBrain? | June 12, 2006 at 01:45 PM
Sincere regrets. What a gorgeous picture - I love black cats, but my wife is too allergic. They are family, aren't they?
Posted by: J. | June 12, 2006 at 03:33 PM