Oliver wanted to say “Happy Valentime’s Day.”
Yep, you’re a good cat, Oliver.
My little camper.
Thank you so much for all of your support and kind words about Earney. It really helped me feel better and like maybe I’m not that crazy (or at least not alone) in feeling so much love for a cat.
Oliver sure misses his big brother. He’s been crawling under the covers with me in the middle of the night, and he needs lots of extra cuddling. But that’s okay, I probably do to.
I hope everyone’s having a good new year so far. You guys are the greatest.
After Earney was diagnosed with a rare, aggressive, and untreatable cancer, every day was like make-a-wish around here. I didn’t kick Earney out of bed at 5 a.m. when he wanted petting and attention. I spread blankets and catnip toys all over the hardwood floors. I gave Earney all of the treats he ever wanted and more. He had round-the-clock access to an all-you-can-eat cat-food buffet. I even kept a journal of which foods he liked, and spoon-fed him when he needed it.
We also spent some quality time playing in the fenced-in backyard. Earney was an indoor cat, but he always wanted to go outside. So what if on occasion I was sitting in a lawn chair in my winter coat, at night in the dark, with my cat and a glass of wine? The neighbors will get over it.
Happy mew year.
I’ve never posted a picture of me before. But for what it’s worth, here’s a fuzzy picture of Earney and me at our “Earney + Christmas = Party” party.
My sweet baby Earney died. In my arms, at home. (The picture above was from a few days before that. Look how handsome he is.) It happened before Christmas, but I couldn’t bring myself to post about it until now.
I don’t know if I’ve ever felt sadder. Maybe that means I’ve had a pretty decent life. Or maybe I love my cats too much. But I can’t help it. Earney was my best little furry friend and my little family for 14 and a half years.
I suppose no one can prove if animals feel “love.” But then again, it doesn’t matter what you call it.
My baby.
E & O.
Earney goes absolutely nuts for wheat.
My grandfather was a wheat farmer, so my parents have arrangements of dried wheat all around the house. Whenever the cats and I visit, my mom hides the wheat, so Earney doesn’t destroy it. We’ll inevitably discover Earney inside a giant bag of wheat in the back of a closet.
My parents came to visit for the weekend, and my mom brought Earney his very own bouquet of wheat. Merry Christmas, kitty.
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You can take the cat out of the farm….
Brothers.
