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| This is Skweek, my second youngest "son". He was dumped on me as a four-day-old infant kitten, which meant I suddenly became his mom. He is quite a pain in the butt in the mornings when I try to make coffee, wanting to drink from the running water of the kitchen faucet. So, because I love him so much, I bought him his own "watering hole", which he shares with his sister, Lexi, and brother, Diddles. He also whines and complains, wanting me to hold him at the most inconvenient times, such as when my hands are full with laundry. Problem is, he has claws and he thinks he has to use them to hold on when I do finally pick him up. Incidentally, Skweek is the cat featured in the drawing of me on my homepage. | ||||||
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| On January 9th, 2005, at 12:45 AM, Pacific Standard Time, my "infant Son", Skweek, passed away in his sleep due to what looked to be lung cancer. The vet initially thought it was asthma, but he never responded to the treatment, only continued his decline until he could no longer breathe. Some would say I was cruel by the way I allowed my "son" to suffer a few days longer than he should have but, given the way things played out, I truly believe in my heart it was the way Skweek would have preferred; no other humans or cats around, just me and his "blankey", and the car radio playing smooth jazz, all warm and cozy. I believe it would have been more stressful for him to be in a cold room at the vet when he "graduated to the most prestigious of U's, where only the most genius of cats and dogs are accepted". He now joins his two brothers, Rusty "the dog" and Purb, and sister, Smudge. To say he will be missed would be a serious understatement. I never viewed him as a cat, but rather like my son. I raised him from four days old, as a mother would raise her human son. He slept in a small box beside my bed so I could hear when he needed to be fed. Every two hours I would wake to feed him, then burp him, then make him go potty, then put him back to sleep, only to repeat the routine two hours later. I miss him...horribly. For the rest of my days, I will never forget him. |
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