Rest in Peace, Sweet Pooh

Well, it's been a really bad day...unfortunately my worst fears are reality, and the vet had bad news for us.

After two trips to the vet over the past 3 days, multiple labs, Xrays, and other diagnostic tests, Pooh was diagnosed with advanced kidney disease. The only cure for my poor 13 year old baby would have been a kidney transplant, and the only other treatments would have been inhumane...injections every day, weekly trips for dialysis, transfers between this vet and a vet in a nearby city...all way to much to put a little Frady Cat like Pooh through...she doesn't even tolerate a trip in the car without vomiting, so the idea of all of those treatments sounded like hell for her.
So with a very heavy heart, we made the decision to let her go. Today she was put to sleep. I am so sad...she's been such a good little friend and companion for so long. It's amazing just how much space her little self took up in my heart and home.

Second Class Citizen

Ajay: Are you cold, LaLa?

Me: (standing in front of the fireplace, turning it on) Not really.

Ajay: If you're not cold, why......?

Me: Pooh wants it on

(Pooh's favorite pastime is to lay on her back and bake her belly in front of the fire)

Ajay: Pooh wants it on? (Shaking his head)

Me: What? Pooh can't have the fire on if she wants it on?

Ajay: No.

Me: Why not?

Ajay: Because Pooh is a cat.

I am NOT a crazy cat lady....my cat is just cuter than most...

I realize that the title of this blog will completely alienate me from anyone who may have been reading and even otherwise enjoying my blog up to this point. What can I say, it's a slow news day. But then again, how would I know that...I've spent my morning taking pictures of my cat. For all I know we could be invading another oil-rich nation under the guise of securing their freedom. (When I hear their freedom, my brain substitutes our oil). But that's not what I'm talking about today. Today, I'll be diverting attention to my cat, Pooh, named after Winnie the. There isn't room in my morning for warring nations or starving children today.

Here is what Pooh thinks of the newly painted and now fully functional fireplace.


Here is Pooh in her bunk. I love that she's taken to the little hiding place I created for her.


Here she has stumbled onto a natural spring; she excels at locating water in the wild.


Pooh likes to lye on anything that's on top of another thing, especially Ajay's clothes (or anything black---her white fur accentuates black very nicely).


Pooh loves plastic. Here she is claiming the plastic protective packaging our new rug came in.


We covered the chairs when they painted the ceiling, and Pooh immediately immersed herself in plastic deliciousness.



Now that the painters have gone, I'm actually afraid to get rid of her plastic.