Yoda the Kitten
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Pickle is gone.
My cat died today. Sad. She had FIV from getting into fights with neighborhood cats and her health was in decline. There were a lot of trips to the vet over the past year. She became lethargic and incontinent for the last few months and we put her in a cage outside with a litterbox (which she had never seen before but instantly took to) at night. We fed her rich foods she wasn’t used to having like mackerel and chicken liver to supplement her normal meals. Basically, we tried to make her life very nice, because her mouser days were kind of over (although I found the remains of…
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Cats in Bowls
Pickle has a long history of posing in bowl-shaped objects. This one is a planter, which has a serious crack in its side in this photo, and that broke in half when I brushed against it with my Honda Wave’s tire shortly after. This other one is a sink we bought at Chatuchak and brought back in the trunk of our Cefiro long ago. Her family has a proud history of chilling in bowls – here is her mom or sister (we can’t remember which), nine years ago, also in a planter.
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Pickle is Old
She’s been getting sick a lot and has skin lesions since she has FIV and is over 10 years old now. Sad. I’ve been taking her to the vet pretty often for over a month and she has had a fever on and off for a few weeks. I kept taking her to the vet for antipyretic shots and antibiotics and various boosters, and then out to various parks and ponds for fresh air. The fever finally broke today and she is meowing again.
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been busy
Finishing up the term and taking care of visiting students from Tenri University, our alma mater.
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pickle
This pic reminds me of a photo of her mom, Donut, as a kitten. Here, Pickle can be seen resting on the track for our front gate. She routinely sits in dangerous places, like in front of cars, and then moves only at the last second, no matter how many times she’s warned. I’m too lazy too look it up, but Pickle must be around 5-6 years old now. She keeps the surrounding rodent population in check, so she is invaluable, but she is the most needy and meowy cat we’ve ever had… Pickle! Shut up!
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Attention Star Wars Nerds, I am Naming the 4 Kittens with Jedi Flava
They definitely deserve Star Wars names, as pointed out by Tina in the FB comments. The thing is, I’m kind of a Star Wars purist — there were three movies, and that’s it. Fuck Ani. Fuck Qui-Gon Neeson. Fuck double-bladed lightsabers. The Internet isn’t much help as far as names that people have already thought of – Darth Claw, Jabba the Cat, and the like. I’m not really a cat person, and I need to feel like I tried a little bit harder. So here’s a list of what I have so far: 1. Lando Meowrissian (well, I did say a little bit, right?): Lando for short. What can I…
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Boba Fett Birthing Station
So my wife left for Japan for two weeks yesterday, and shit got immediately real. On top of single parenting, working, and doing homework for Masters class, I was somewhat unhappy to find that a feral cat had given birth behind our outside AC unit. It looked like a litter of 3, but I’ve now confirmed 4. I guess the only thing that made me really happy about this (besides inherent kitty cuteness, which does not work on me so much right now because cuteness implies children, and I have my own brood to take care of right now, thank you) was that mommy cat moved them into a box of old…
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A coyote ate my cat
Not here in Thailand, but back home in SoCal… I waited for a few weeks since nobody actually saw what happened (a coyote was seen near my house and Yoda disappeared shortly after), but I guess he’s gone. Goodbye, Yoda, you lucky one-eyed bastard. Fuck a coyote.
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Yoda Revisited
Looking through some photos I took last year brought back memories of the one-eyed kitten we rescued and eventually named Yoda. His was a happy ending. My sister took him as carry-on when she went back home to the states last summer. He now lives at my family’s house and apparently weighs more than our Shih Tzu. I have missed having pets here in Japan.
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The Missing Kitten Epilogue, or, How a Ferret Stole My Thunder
So I suddenly got to thinking about the little black kitty I rescued a few months back, because, well, I miss him (BTW, the name Yoda stuck). I realize that I perhaps never related his ultimate fate here (a true catblogger I shall never be – hurray!). He was accepted as carry-on luggage when my sister went back home, and he now lives with Adam’s cat, Boo, and my dad’s little anklebiter dog, Jak, at our home in Fountain Valley, CA (AKA Pleasantville – a city so nondescript it’s often chosen as a relocation site for the FBI’S witness protection program). I still haven’t posted my pics from my trip…
