In Memoriam.

In light of everything that’s going on in my life at the moment, I’ll be taking a (brief) hiatus. I expect to be back within the week, but I won’t give any dates as I don’t know how long it’ll take for things to calm down.

So, instead of a review as I normally do on Wednesdays, I’m going to say a bit about my cat.

20160425_191147.jpgThere’s always a cat in my family. Usually at least two. We’ve lost some, sure. But this decade, as far as pets are concerned, has been met with bearable goodbyes. Many pets have moved and changed owners. For the past ten years, (minus a few since he was a few years old when we moved into the house), we’ve had a ragdoll named Oliver. If you know anything about ragdolls, you’ll know that they don’t care about anything. He was never afraid of new people, and you could even pick him up if you wanted to. He didn’t care. My favorite thing to do with him was to cradle him like a baby, belly side up. It was pretty adorable.

He was pretty spoiled. He got cat treats multiple times a day (I never gave them to him, because he never stopped meowing when he wanted something and I didn’t want to encourage that behavior). He loved getting pets but he didn’t snuggle. He would never climb onto the bed or on your lap with you. Mostly he liked sleeping on the recliner, and that’s where he spent most of the time. That or being shooed out of my mom’s room, where he wasn’t allowed. One thing he loved doing was running to the front door whenever his favorite people got home. As my mom would say, he was a good dog.

2015-02-23 16.42.52.jpgThe weirdest thing about him was that Oliver loved the rain. Whenever it rained outside he would beg to be let out (even though he’s an indoor cat). He seemed to be happiest in the rain, and sometimes even begged to be let into the tub after you got out of the shower.

But a few weeks ago, it became apparent that he wasn’t okay. He stopped meowing, and became more reclusive. Soon he wasn’t eating very much, and started drinking unusual amounts of water.

He has kidney failure. It’s only going to be a matter of time if we don’t do it ourselves. We make sure to keep an eye on him to make him as comfortable as possible, but as far as we know, any breath could be his last. It’s harder than I could have imagined, watching this happen. It’s heartbreaking to see him wither from lack of nutrition. When you pet him now you feel bones more prominently than fur. As much as it pains me to see him go, I can’t imagine he wants to stay. P.S. We put him down this afternoon. It was clear that it was his time. Now that it’s over the healing process can truly start.


In my last post, I mentioned how I’m not an outwardly emotional person. Things really don’t make me sad. Being the speculative mind I am, I’ve often wondered how a situation like this (or even worse) will affect me when the inevitability of time takes its toll. Yesterday I was struck with something overwhelming, and I cried for the second time in multiple years.

I did not expect to be affected this much. He was a part of the family before I was. I’ve never been the one to regularly clean the litter box or feed him, and I almost never gave him treats. I have never considered him my cat. He peed on stuff and was pretty annoying because he never stopped meowing when he wanted something, even if it was just some head scratches.

But this post is the single most difficult thing I’ve ever written. I’m not exaggerating when I say I could have more easily written a third book than this. This is the first thing I’ve ever written that has made me too overwhelmed to continue. All that said, this song (link below) makes me cry literally every time I listen to it. It’s such a beautiful song, but since I can bring tears to my eyes just thinking about it, you can probably imagine it’s too painful to listen to regularly.

But, tears can be cathartic.


Goodbye, Ollie. I’ll miss you.


Me — Cats vs. Dogs

A lot of people have fierce opinions about whether or not they’re a cat person or a dog person. Some people will go to war with somebody claiming that their pick of the two is the best one, and I think that’s pretty ludicrous. I personally like both. They serve two different purposes, and they can both be friends when you need one. But if I had to choose, I would definitely pick cats. But, as per usual with this blog, lets talk about why.

I don’t know what it is, but I’ve always liked cats more, long before I would have had any justification for it. I think my family has always had a cat and/or dog at any point in time, and while I’ve loved all the pets dearly, cats are just better, sorry.

The first thing that always comes to mind is their difference in fur. Most cats have softer pelts and are simply more pleasant to pet. Dogs generally have coarse fur (at least the ones I’ve been around most often) and I don’t find it as enjoyable. I realize that some cats don’t have soft fur and that some dogs do, but I’m just making a generalization here, bear with me. This, also means that cats are better to have physically close to you, because touching you is cool, whereas dogs feel like they’re too close if their fur keeps brushing up against you.

Our cats don’t usually get along very well, but sometimes they sleep on the same chair.

This leads into my next point, which is that cats are better for cuddling. I can comfortably sleep with a cat, because they make little donuts of fluff, but dogs are larger (usually) and noisier. (I wouldn’t say dogs are typically noisy, but I’ve never heard a cat snore, so there’s that.) Dog fur sheds far worse (not necessarily more, mind you) than cat fur. I am mildly repulsed by the idea of dog fur on the bed, but cat fur on the bed is more of a nuisance than anything else.
Lastly, cats are low maintenance. I don’t like the idea of having to walk and clean up after a dog every day, especially the times of the year when it gets really hot (which I’ve previously established is the worst). Most cats don’t even care if they see a human being on a daily basis, but dogs will die if you leave their line of sight. Obviously that’s a hyperbole.

All that being said, ideally, I do still want a dog when I have my own place. Two cats and a dog would be my perfect setup. Because there’s definitely one thing that dogs are amazing at that cats simply can’t do, and that’s the special relationship you can have with one. Your dog can be your friend in a way that cats will never really connect. But that’s also probably why I prefer cats. A cat is an object of cuddles and meows. A dog is a buddy you have to spend time with, and that’s not really something I’m always up for.