Friday, September 09, 2005

Downer

So, my ex D who has a website, has pictures that change every time you open his homepage. One of the scrolling pictures is of his cat. (and me faintly inthe background holding her up for the camera)

Here is the story of how she came to be in the family. I got a cat. He moved in with me swearing that he didn't want to have anything to do with my cat. Then, he decided he wanted a cat. So we got punchline and we each had a cat. (in 600 sq ft of living space. ugh)
During the course of our five year relationship, he, in his unsteady life decided that he could no longer care for his cat (we weren't living together anymore at this point) and instead of letting him take her to the pound, I took over. I should make it clear that after we broke up and he started making good money, he did help out with Cat Support.
I loved that cat. but, as can happen, I had to give away both my kitties, as I am sure I have mentioned before. When I opened his site today, there she was staring at me, and I suddenly missed her very much. Right down to the way she drooled all over when she got some good attention. I don't miss stepping in kitty puke first thing in the morning, my I do miss my girls. The bunny isn't the same. Neither, bless her heart is the bird.
I know the cats are better off where they are, they get lots of attention and Nuy eats nothing but salmon these days. It was just hard, a moment ago to see Punchline looking out at me from the World Wide Web. It would be nice to snuggle her one more time.

4 comments:

jen said...

:( Sorry Gina. That's a bummer.

Ginamonster said...

ah well, life goes on. She's much happoer where she's at. She has three people and four cats to play with instead of just me an Nuy who is a bich and didn't like to play with anyone. Maybe I'll get another kitty one day.

Sensei Ern said...

My cat, Leo died last fall. He was 13 years old and just suddenly died.

He was a very smart cat. He could say Hello, Hi, and a half dozen other words.

He and I had an agreement that we could do things to annoy each other, but nothing harmful. Him diing wasn't part of the deal.

Ginamonster said...

Death is rarely part of a good deal. I'm sorry to hear you lost you kitty. I had some good Joey snuggle time this weekend and am feeling better. Joey is my mom's siamease, who will lick your face like a dog, then try to bite your nose off like a proper kitty should.