#cause she'd always be like MAOOOO

[andthebubbles]

time for the cat memorial post aka try to write out everything i remember

her name’s spicy, we adopted her in 2007 after our previous cat ginie died. now THAT was sad for me, she died during the night so i missed it and i only saw her when my dad put her on the table for me to say goodbye. and i was an emotionally constipated nut back then so i went back upstairs to sleep iirc?? even though it was morning? i guess i was already nocturnal back then. anyway, went back upstairs to sleep and never saw her get buried. and then i didn’t tell anyone for ages she was dead. i still miss her loads cause she was my first cat and she was born on nov 1 1989 (and me, in jan 1990 so it’s like she’s my older sister) and i can’t remember when in 2007 she died exactly but yeah.

anyway so i had all this unresolved stuff over ginie, i guess. enter spicy, who we got from the RSPCA. she yowled the whole drive home, as is typical of most cats in a car lol, the place was at ingleside which is the northern beaches so yeahhh a bit of a drive. 

soooo at first i wasn’t too keen on her because my mum wanted a replacement cat so she picked a cat that looked A LOT like ginie, in fact they look super similar in terms of the coat/colours. only their faces are a fair bit different. anyway so i was a bit meh towards her at first because of the similarities...

she came with anxiety! idk why, i guess it was a thing from her previous owner, but she’d get super nervous at being yelled at, so we didn’t. and she was our first indoor cat so that was, well, new for me. oddly, i don’t remember much from the 2010s, idk why. she hated music though lol, and when i started playing piano again she’d start YOWLING and yelling at me, i guess because she didn’t understand why i was suddenly making so much noise and wtf was that noise?! (fyi it’s a grand piano and apparently my neighbours can hear it from FOUR doors away akjnfkgjnfkgjn)

she also hated violin. obviously. but a bit less than piano because it wasn’t as loud. ya she hates music haha

over the lockdown in 2020 we suddenly started spending a lot more time with her because we were at home all the time, and then she started getting BOSSY and spoilt and it was really really cute. she’d yell at us all in the morning because she was HUNGRY and then she wanted (a2) MILK. also, she had a hatefest with the neighbour’s cat, tiger, and on the occasion when they would fight with the glass door/flyscreen door separating them (or once, when the door was opened momentarily) she would always apparently win because she’s actually kinda surprise!ferocious, and we were standing around as backup looool whereas tiger knows he’s gotta be good or else he won’t get food off us. but i’m pretty sure if they were alone and having a catfight, tiger would’ve won. he’s a lot younger... and he’s a very chunky boy now because he loooves food. i’m pretty sure he goes round to multiple houses on our street and just begs for food. (but now mostly he spends time in our garden...)

ETA: my cat really liked sunning herself on the balcony, like any cat, and sniffing the air, and at this point we would’ve totally liked to have let her explore the garden but tiger was on the scene now and that’s his territory and it absolutely would’ve been a cat fight if we’d let her out. plus, you don’t know where he is, so you can’t just let her out.

anyway, then sometime this year my cat just went weird, like her personality changed, i guess it was old age. she used to like softtttttt beds, the softest available--she also used to be very vocal and would talk a lot and demand me to pat her all the time, ALL THE TIME. and she liked trying human food. (but then she would start pulling out her hair because human food is salty, so we had to really limit her human food intake and eventually stop it altogether.) anyway, she used to like soft beds but suddenly she’d only sleep on hard things, like the floor. and she stopped asking me for pats so often, and then she was only interested in food. and in the last month or so she peed on the kitchen floor quite a bit, not always the litterbox, and yeah. and she seemed to only want pats when she was meowing for food. and then she just wanted food.

but she always liked bathrooms and water looool, every time it was raining outside she was like, MEOW LET ME OUT. and she liked watching the rain. and bathrooms, i guess she liked the water, and also how cold the tiles were, probably? she liked bathrooms until the end

anyway. i oddly feel like this has no ending. i have loads of memories and i’m certain i’ve forgotten heaps. but that’s okay, i can always come back and add to this if i want to

honestly the hardest thing to deal with now probably is the fact that she’s gone and all those little things you’re used to, they’re just not there anymore. like how we greet her, we’re gonna maybe still think of greeting her for quite a while but she’s not gonna be there anymore. things like that.

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AAAH already forgot to mention: a few days ago we got the kitchen area tiled downstairs, during which they had to take down one of the back doors, and then when they were done they put it back. and then my dad accidentally didn’t pull it tight. so sometime that night it evidently swung open... and i was on the computer here and i heard my cat walking around a bit in the kitchen, and then i heard some other stuff, and then i got out of my room to go to the toilet. there’s a litterbox outside the door of this room and there was a cat that night in front of the litterbox, and i looked at this cat and i thought ‘that’s not my cat--omG TIGER???’ cause yeah evidently he’d just wandered through the door when it opened and came upstairs. and i yelled really loudly lol and he ran down the stairs and all the way back outside, and i was like ~omg paniccc cause i didn’t know if my cat had noticed (she’d been getting really stressed lately about tiny things, about every small change, even if we mention the name ‘tiger’) and also i was worried if maybe tiger had noticed her and went and attacked her. but i don’t think she even saw him, i think she was asleep, though i think she would’ve smelled him a little bit afterwards even though my mum mopped the floor where he had walked to get rid of his smell. (yeah, she got stressed when she could smell him so we kept the back doors shut the whole time.) (and tiger probably could smell her from the litterbox/the floor in general, but i don’t think he saw her yet, or else. so uh i guess i was lucky to come out just in time!! aaaah) (btw you wouldn’t quite know it but it’s kinda freaky to see a cat that isn’t yours in your house :P i do like tiger though, he’s a cute boy. at least it was a CAT, not, you know, something/someone else...)

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10:16am just came upstairs from burying her.

<3

tiger came over and sniffed and then he watched from afar. he knows, i think. when my cat stopped going downstairs he started wondering where she was, cause they always used to glare at each other through the kitchen door. (well, my cat did the glaring, tiger did the innocent act.)