Thanks for all the welcome messages, everyone. I'm happy just looking at all the cat pictures in all the sig areas of the replies. I just LIKE cats, you know? They do something to my biorhythms![]()
For those who asked, we don't have many pictures of Limpet in uploadable form. My kid took a gazillion of them, but mostly using an analogue camera. And then Limpet had one of her past-life-distress fits where she got scared we'd decamp and leave her behind, and she peed on them to remind us that she lived here too. . . just picture someone who was both unbelievably cute and mind-bendingly elegant, and then give her an adorable personality too. From everything I've read about Russians, she was an absolute classic case of all their good traits, plus the anxiousness about being left. We lucked out like bandits when we found her. The nice thing is, neither of us ever doubted for a second that she lucked out just as much when she found us. She was such a sweet-natured cat she probably would have been happy with anyone who had a good home, but with us I really do think she had about the perfect people among all the people who could have been hers.
For those who expressed their sympathy - thank you so much. I go up and down about it. Cried like a river off and on while she was sick and ached with missing her during her IV hospitalizations. Cried like a FLOOD when we put her down. But something about her being so perfect also seems to make it like the hurt is healing cleanly, if that makes sense. We had a month of warning, during which both of us just poured attention and loves onto her, simply in the process of trying to help her and make her comfortable. And she pretty much poured them back. I said we'd know it had stopped being something it was okay to keep fighting with when she stopped purring at us - sort of joking about how lovely she was through it all. But it ended up being the way it happened. As far as you can put a cat to sleep in a 'good' way, I guess we were lucky there too. But boy do I feel for other people who've lost their pets now. I have an intimation of how much it aches.
As far as where we are and who we are: I hope no-one minds, but I'm operating mostly with aliases. It's not like I have dark secrets or I don't trust anyone. It's just that I have a tendency to be real prolific and real outspoken when I get online, and somehow together with the fact that I have a rather 'distinctible' voice it all ends up making me feel kind of visibleI work in the IT industry with my son heading in that direction as well, and in our town the 'geek' gene pool is surprisingly small and kind of incestuous. So the issue is more just that I like to be able to say what I want about stuff I wouldn't necessarily share with folks I work with, and NOT have to worry too much that the DBA from the next cubicle in my 'real' life actually knows a lot more about me than I would ever choose to tell him myself. They might work it out anyway but I like to preserve a fragment of deniability
So ahem. @ kat: we live in Canada.
The other thing I wanted to say is, how happy I am to find so many replies from people who have rescue cats or are involved in rescue themselves. I feel kind of fiercely about it, considering that I don't participate in it myself. We adopted Limpet from the SPCA and if I do get another cat it will be a) another adoption, b) another adult and c) as far as feasible, the cat who needs us the most. So it's just nice to know I'm among people who are kind of on that wavelength themselves, for when I really start agonizing my way through the process of finding our next cat.
Again, thanks for the welcomes.
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