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George’s two roommates now have their own blog at http://2cats1house.wordpress.com/

We are heartbroken but trying to remember the happy times.

He was afraid of everyone else, so nobody got to see what we saw.  George was forever a kitten, both in looks and his small size and his playfulness.  He loved jumping at shadows on the wall.  He loved being spun in circles on the linoleum floor.  He loved his strings – he had 7 in total, and he always left at least one in every room of the house.  When he really wanted to play he would bring one of them to our feet and meow.  He loved being picked up and then put back down, and then picked up again.  He was so gentle.  Even when we had to force pills down his throat he never bit or scratched.  He knew when we were sick or sad and he would try to comfort us.  He never wanted us to leave the house.  When we started moving towards the door he would flop down in front of us like a furry little roadblock.  Six years was way too short to have the best cat in the world.  But at least we got to have him.

the cutest cat in the world

dear readers,
I am afraid that George passed away at the vet clinic this afternoon. I’ll post more about him at a later date.

The vet let me go home today.  I still feel pretty awful, but I am so glad to be back where the sights, sounds and smells are familiar.  My pets are snuggling me and I’m finally getting some relaxing sleep.

I am very, very sick.  I spent last night at the vet clinic and I’m spending tonight there too.  I can’t eat or drink on my own, and they have me hooked up to an IV.  I know my pets are very worried about me.  All I can say is… I’m only 6!  I’m too young to die!

So the Pets brought home a new kitten.  I’m not sure what to think about this.  She’s getting all kinds of special treatment, her own canned food (I never get canned food!), her own litter box, her own toys… though I really doubt she’s going to watch the toys all the time.  I’m pretty sure I can sneak a few away from her.  She is getting a lot of attention from the Pets, but they’re not ignoring me, so I think I’m fine with that.  They snuggle me too much anyway. 

She is kind of annoying.  She adores me, which is kind of cute I suppose, but she can get a little clingy.  They’re calling her Minnie.  Kate – the other roommate – hated her guts at first, but she’s changing her tune lately.  I think it’s because Minnie is so warm to curl up with.  Kate’s just using her. 

I’m actually pretty sick at the moment – I’ve heard that kids are germ factories, and apparantly it’s true.  Little bugger gave me a bug of some kind.  Now the Pets are shoving some nasty liquid in my mouth twice a day.  They say it’s medicine, but all I know is it tastes like crap.  It’s antibiotics for cats, and it’s flavored like banana.  What idiot decided that cats like bananas?