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I am the ghost of lamppost future.
…the hell?
What part of lamppost future don’t you understand?
All of it?
Allow me to read to you from the book of lamppost…
Um, how about no?
The killer whale of non sequiturs agrees with you.
If there’s one thing Cthulhu knows it’s evil, and that whale? EEEvil!
I am dubious about this proposition. Also, too tired to hold head up.
Dubious snow ninja is agrees.
I am sooooo confused.
This thing isn’t giving off fumes, is it?
My eyes are feeling a little skrudgy.
Dude! Also, what are you doing in a cat blog?
Hey now, lets not be speciesist.
Can we be nappist? I like naps.
Can we talk about my eyes? They’re starting to feel really weird…
Weren’t you in an Indiana Jones movie?
Naps, man, we need to talk naps!
I’m kind of unimpressed with your focus here…
That’s beneath you, and so am I.
All is right with the world.
Perfect sunny afternoon.
Yeah, man, sniff the glove.
Uh, wait, what now?
Pretty sure she “said sniff the glove…”
The glove is magic! Do not defy the glove!
I so don’t understand cats.
I was thinking we could try something different this time, a dialogue.
Meow?
You know, a back and forth between the two of us.
I am a cat.
Am I getting through to you at all?
I like cat food.
Facepaw.
Cats, man…
We are kittens and cuter than you are.
Not listening.
Cute, maybe. Also easily devoured.
This is what it looks like after you devour a pair of kittens.
I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. Kitten waste space.
Sandals, why did it have to be sandals?
Could be worse, could be leezards.
But everybody loves leezards! Especially cute little geckos.
I scratch my ear at you leezard, I scratch my ear at you.
Monkey, why is there glass between us?
Glass tastes icky!
You call this a theme, Monkey?
Seriously not your best effort, Monkey.
FEETS OF STRENGTH!
I can’t begin to express how much I don’t want to have to write this post. My little Meglet cat died last Friday, October 30, and I am going to miss her forever. Over the years I’ve had to say a final goodbye to six dogs and seven cats that I thought of as mine to some degree. All of them were special to me, and much loved. But, as anyone can tell you, some beloved pets are extra special. Meglet was one of those for me. We brought her home in April of 2004 after she stole my heart at the Humane Society, and she spent much of the eleven and a half years since then curled up on my chest or in my lap along with my beloved Isabelle cat, often forming one half of what I refer to as my catvest. I wrote fourteen novels with her on or near me.
She had spent two years at the Humane Society where they had named her Nutmeg. That quickly became Meglet once she got here because, like Winnie the Pooh’s friend Piglet, she was a very small animal—eight pounds at her heaviest, and three and a half when we finally had to let her go. But she was fierce and fearless and incredibly scrappy. She was also incredibly social—always willing to come out when we had guests and to greet everyone and collect pets and skritches. I think her years at the Humane Society were part of why the one thing she loved nearly as much as hanging out on my chest was lying in the sun on our screened in porch where she could smell the wind and feel both free and safe.
Meglet made marvelous little chirping noises that always sounded to me like she was asking: Murder? Murder? in the most cheerful way imaginable. Meg was an inveterate snudger, which is something between a snuggle, and a nudge, and a smear where she would rub her nose and lips across your cheeks and ears. Every night when I came to bed, she would stand on my chest and press her forehead into my chin as hard she could and just purr her heart out. She was utterly devoted to me and I adored her, and now she’s gone forever and I’m heartbroken. That’s all I can bear to say at this time, grief always robs me of words.
Goodbye little Meglet, I love you.
My last Meglet catvest on Friday
And the first I have a picture of from ~2009
And here’s Laura modeling the catvest.
The week we brought her home
In my old screen tent office on the custom built cat perch.
She swore mortal vengeance on her tail.
She wasn’t much for dignity.
But she loved her monkeys, and wanted to be ON them, dammit!
Climbing Mount Monkey Wiktory!
Here she is helping me with one of my books.
And sleeping between my knees.
Every so often she’d get what we called her “crazy eyes.”
Snuggled up in the down comforter.
Love this shot of her. I think our catsitter Paula took it.
With Isabelle and our late and much loved Leith cat in my lap.
Sunbeams and happy smiles.
Sprawling in my lap while I played video games was another favorite.
Lying in the sun on the screen porch.
Meg loved that Laura always let her finish off the milk from her cereal.
Two of her favorite things in the whole world, a fire and a sunbeam.
Did I mention a lack of dignity?
She loved everybody. Here she is with our friend Matt.
She adored the windows in my studio.
I just love this shot.
She was queen of the top of the stairs.
I set a couple of logs on the windowsill and she claimed them as hers,
preventing me from putting them away.
This was what it was like every night when it was time for bed.
Most mornings too.
This was her pick me up face, I saw it a lot.
I will miss this smile so very much.
Today we had to make the decision to let our beloved little Meglet go. I’ll put a memorial post up sometime soon, but I haven’t the heart to do it now. Here she is on a happier day in her favorite place in the whole world. I am going to miss her so very much.
Is the world moving, or is it just me?
Methinks thou doth ‘nip too much.
To nip or not to…wait, what was the question?
Y’all are embarrassing me again.
My monkeys love me, see my heated cat bed in the sun on the porch.
