We haz a ded cat.

We iz vera sad.

It's been a rough week here at the hippie house. Our auxilliary cat (as opposed to our other cat known as the real pet), the one who just decided to move in after scoping out the place, came to a sad end on Thursday. When we drove up Thursday afternoon we were met with Mr. Fluffers lying dead in the road. I freaked (understatement allowed so as not to appear too bizarre). Hippiekid took it much better than I did. Damn, I loved that cat. After much crying and pacing and frantic behavior on my part it was decided that we would drive the fluffy yellow body of one of the coolest cats in the world the 70 miles to be buried at The Boyfriend's house. Ain't no way nobody's diggin no hole on this rocky fossil mound we live on anyway...even assuming I had the emotional fortitude. This whole death and grief thing really kicks my butt (especially when it is sudden, I did better when The Boyfriend's dad died since he had been sick a while). I think my body goes into some sort of memory mode and just starts reacting to grief like it did when Will died.

The Boyfriend, being the good man he is, already had the hole dug when we arrived. Mr. Fluffer had a burial by headlights. However, the hole there was too shallow for my liking even though it had been dug with much effort through about an inch of topsoil and lots of rocks. I sobbed and cursed the rocky soil some more. It went something like this, "I just, baaaahhahahahasnifffhooohooo, want to be able to, wahhhhhhuhhuhhuh, bury my damn cat. Why can't I just have, ooohhooooohooooo, somewhere where I can dig a damn hole? Bwaaah, sniffcoughsnort, huhuhuhuhu at least in Oklahoma, sobsniff,  you can bury your pets! Ohohohsobsobsobsnifflesnortcry."

I hope you are in a happy place Fluffer. We miss you here.

 

 

If this post made you sad, I'm sorry. In honor of Fluffer, try this link to cheer yourself up http://icanhascheezburger.com .

Comments

[Blog Antagonist]

Erm, forgive me, but I laughed at your title. But only because I've been looking at that site for days.

I'm so sorry about Mr. Fluffers. He looks just like a cat that G and I had when we first got married. He adopted us too. His name was Tom, and he met a tragic and abrupt end as well. He was killed by a neighborhood dog. I was inconsolable.

Orange tabbies rock. They have the best personalities of any cat, ever. The vet told me this once, and now we have three of them. I can say with some authority, that it is true. All three of my cats have loads of personality and are big time cuddlers. They are not all aloof and snooty like some cats.

If you ever decide to get another cat, get another orange tabby.

[Maggie]

I'm sorry. I just lost a cat suddenly, too. No matter how many times I cursed him for chewing plants or pooing on the floor, I still loved him to pieces. Sounds like Fluffer was a great cat.

[Vallen Queen]

I had tears rolling down my cheeks - well about Fluffer but really that website always CRACKS ME UP!!!

[Michele]

Dan-o says you can have Jack. Just think about the similarities: yellow tabby, already a non-threat to your sofa (at least on the front half), and you are the person who named her. (Remember, we thought she was a he. Funny. I saw a person today in court who everyone thought was a she, but she was a he! Gotta love family law.) Seriously, Dan-o would love you FOREVER if you took Jack. I might even drive her down there....

[Carrie Mercer]

Aw, I iz sowwy about Mr. Fluffer. Iz hard loozing da sweeties. And I love your writing style, you gotta have that humor to get through crap like this. When we lost our doggie we kept a little notebook and wrote down things we didn't want to forget about her, just silly little things she did, or how the fur on her chin was grizzly. Maybe dat would help.

[Vikki]

I am so sorry about your cat.

[freebird]

It's so hard to lose a pet. They are so innocent, just asking for some loving. Hope you have lots and lots of memories.