Our new kitty has his name: Raj. Yes, we love Big Bang Theory, but the name has cool meanings. In Hindi, it means king or royalty. In Polish, it means paradise or heaven. So far he’s living up to the royalty part. He might be the laziest cat I’ve ever met. 🙂
He’s still adjusting to our other animals, but the hissing has died down and he’s now a frequent visitor to about half our house. I’m sure it will be no time before he’s taken over the whole house.
Here’s a snippet of domestic life from To Growl or to Groan, which will be out later this year. Chloe, Jorge, their three dogs and two cats are having dinner with Chloe’s friend Naomi and her dog. Naomi makes the mistake of saying her dog’s name. This scene is from Chloe’s POV.
“Uh-oh. Now you’ve started it.” I gesture to the dogs, who have circled the table like a pack of, well, dogs.
They whine at each of us in turn. Jorge gives in first; he’s the sucker. He barely gets food on the floor for each of the dogs, when our cats, Sashi and Enoki, come in. They get some goodies too. Although they are much less impressed with the cauliflower—not so much they won’t eat it, but still.
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The as of yet unnamed addition to our family. More to come.
GiGi’s is a story that breaks my heart. She is going on ten, and most dogs over five have a very hard time finding a home. In addition, GiGi has been passed from home to home, one or more that mistreated her. Animal abuse is deplorable, but there are many people and organizations who are there to help. If you suspect animal abuse is happening in your neighborhood, find the local humane organization who can investigate.
This has been a difficult year for us. We lost another cat this week. I am glad, though, that we could end his suffering when age finally caught up with him and his body started to shut down. I think the obituary my husband wrote best suits a remembrance of Eduardo:
Unfortunately we lost another cat this year, and even more unfortunately we lost him yesterday, which is my wife’s birthday. Here’s Eduardo (? – 2013). I think he was at least 16 years old, but we were never sure how old he was, since we adopted him after he was an adult in 2002. Quite a handsome guy who had a way with the ladies, always flirting with and charming every vet tech he met, although I never got the sense that he cared much for the veterinarians themselves. Other things about Eduardo: he was exceptionally muscular for a cat who never exercised, he loved my wife more than his own life, he positively hated the outdoors, he had to be held in a particular way where he could plaster his whole body against your chest, and his meow sounded like a dying hard drive. Rest in peace, buddy.
This is perhaps the most famous photo of Eduardo.