You can never have enough...

[Lilith7]

My dearly beloved blotched tabby Billy weighed 6.5kg at his peak.   He was an absolute unit.   Sadly his beauty and brawn didn't prevent him from coming down with a rare and untreatable bacterial infection and last month, aged only seven,  he was euthanised.   I'm heartbroken, trying not to look at SPCA photos while it's kitten season, and slowly coming to terms with the fact that we're really too old to start again with a kitten.  Also that the bacteria that killed Billy was in our soil and could infect another cat.

Oh Olive, that's awful, poor wee thing - but at least he isn't suffering. Its always really hard to get over the death of a pet.


There was nearly a dead cat here this morning; that fiend from hell disguised as Madame Le Cat didn't come in this morning when I headed out to do dreaded groceries & still no sign of her when I came back. Called & called the little sod but nothing, not a sign of her all morning.

Eventually she came strolling nonchantly in, with a brief glance in my direction before taking up a post next to her saucer & looking meaningfully at the fridge.
I did not kill her on the spot,instead I picked her up & explained how worried I & Madame Le Dog had been (I had no idea dogs could laugh!  ) & told her never to do it again & she did a bit of perfunctory purring, which I hope means she'll never do it again...don't think I'd better hold my breath though.