Blu

Our eldest cat, Blu, passed away August 3rd at around 19 years of age.

It was almost 14 years ago that I spotted her picture online while looking for a cat to adopt. We thought she looked so pretty with her big green eyes, and it wasn’t long before the adoption papers were signed and we were bringing her home. The shelter had named her Blue because she didn’t like being there and had become depressed, but after trying to come up with a name more fitting, we simply decided to drop the “e” and Blue became Blu.

She wasn’t always the easiest cat to love. She had weird litter box habits, and would sometimes pee outside the box if it wasn’t clean enough to suit her. It got so bad at one point that I took her back to the shelter, only to feel guilty and go get her the next day.

She drooled when she purred, didn’t really care for the other two cats we added to the household, and rarely ever wanted to be held. But despite her flaws, she was one of the most beautiful cats I had ever seen.

A few months ago, her health started declining. One side of her face became paralyzed, and she started losing weight. We suspected a stroke, but the vet felt like facial paralysis or a tumor was more likely. We tried everything to get her to eat, but her appetite kept dwindling.

The week before she died, she spent several nights in the hospital getting fluids and medication through an IV. We visited her every day, and although she seemed better initially, it was clear after a couple of days that she wasn’t really improving. We brought her home on a Friday afternoon, and realized we had to do what we had been hoping to avoid.

The vet arrived Saturday afternoon, and after telling her we loved her, we held her one last time as he put her to sleep. It was one of the hardest days of my life.

This beautiful animal came into our lives just after Honey and I met in 2005, so we have known her almost as long as we have known each other. She was a member of our family. We chose her, we loved her, and we will miss her terribly.

Rest in peace, baby girl.

The cat people

I never thought I’d have three cats in the house. Two maybe, but never more.

We started with Blu, a shelter rescue that we fell in love with via pictures posted on Petfinder.com. After several months had gone by, we got Twinkie from a coworker. We had two “kids” that could keep each other company when we were out of the house and we figured that was that. Then Macy Gray came into our lives.

When I first brought her home, it was out of pure necessity. I had to save this kitten and make sure that she was going to be properly cared for. I figured that we would be able to find a good home for her and we’d go back to being a two-cat household. Things have a way of not always working out as planned.

We’ve had her over four weeks already and she’s growing like a weed. Honey continually reminds me that I promised we’d find her a new home, but I can’t seem to gather the courage to hang a flyer anywhere. I know that vet bills and upkeep for three cats will be rather expensive, and that there will be more cat hair to vacuum and litter to scoop, but the thought of her being mistreated makes me cringe. Even the idea of her being outside in the heat is enough to make me want to keep her.

So, for now, we are officially the cat people. No one may ever want to come to our house for dinner, but they’ll understand our predicament when they see Macy Gray’s precious mug!

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Blu’s escape attempt

blu_escapeBlu, our 5 year old cat, escaped through an open window this evening. She is declawed, so we never let her outside since she can’t defend herself properly or climb a tree. Also, I’ve never liked the idea of have a pet roam the neighborhood, picking up fleas and eating who-knows-what, and then coming in the house for a nice nap on the couch. So, we keep both of our felines indoors all the time.

Anyway, back to the story at hand… It was almost completely dark outside when this happened, but we managed to track her down in a wooded area near the house. She was totally freaked out by the whole experience and wouldn’t come to us or let us near her, so one of us had to blind her with a flashlight while the other one snuck up behind her and grabbed her.

Needless to say, this was a rather traumatic experience for everyone involved, but she’s now safely back in the house and fighting with her “brother” after enjoying a nice dinner of canned tuna.

Cats have the life, don’t they?