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She wasn\u2019t the worst cat I ever had, but the worst one was the one I hand-raised, and apparently human hand-raised cats are psychopaths.<\/p>\nShe wasn\u2019t the worst cat I ever had, but the worst one was the one I hand-raised, and apparently human hand-raised cats are psychopaths.<\/p>\n
Razzy peed everywhere<\/em>. She sprayed me once. Maybe twice. On purpose, looking at us<\/em>, she\u2019d squat and pee on the carpet if she knew we couldn\u2019t catch her.<\/p>\n Anyway, I knew something was wrong with her. <\/p>\n She\u2019s always been hissy and even more so with the children and she hadn\u2019t really been that clingy or talkative, but the last year or so, she wouldn\u2019t shut up and she stopped hissing so much and she let the girlchild pet her. She would even sleep with the boychild once in a while, for a couple of hours. If I sat down or laid down, I could set a clock by how long it\u2019d take her to curl up on me. She\u2019d never done that much. She started purring a lot more when I petted her and her fur was soft and gorgeous-feeling. (Blackberry\u2019s coat is pretty coarse.) (Blackberry is Raspberry’s littermate.) She would sit outside my bedroom door when it was closed (I sleep late) crying until Dude let her in.<\/p>\n Yesterday she was sleeping in the closet. This is not unusual. I found her there and petted her. She purred immediately. That was unusual.<\/p>\n So it\u2019s been in the last year I\u2019ve started thinking about how old they are, but comforting myself with how long my friends\u2019 cats live, 15, 18 years. She was 12 then.<\/p>\n But I knew. This last 3-4 months I knew something was wrong. I didn\u2019t take her to the vet because she didn\u2019t seem to be in pain. She was mad at the cat who visited our back porch and would run it off. I think she had a boyfriend. She\u2019d been eating grass, but they both do that on and off, and cats do that to settle an upset tummy. If she slept more than usual, I didn\u2019t notice because she\u2019s a cat. They don\u2019t do<\/em> anything but sleep.<\/p>\n She was just extra clingy, following me everywhere, wanting to be held constantly, like a baby who won\u2019t fall asleep unless you\u2019re holding him and wakes up the second you put him down. She was always more attached to me than anyone else. Other than that, she was being perfectly normal. I didn\u2019t take her to the vet because, if that was what it was, it was her time.<\/p>\n She wanted out last night. That\u2019s not unusual. They like to drink from the tub of rainwater outside. She would usually be at the back door crying to come in when I got upstairs to go to bed. She wasn\u2019t there. The cat door was partially blocked off. I don\u2019t know if she tried to get in or not, but she didn\u2019t sleep with me.<\/p>\n So the boychild went out this morning and found her lying in the very nice grass by the neighbor\u2019s mailbox, underneath the climbing flowers. She didn\u2019t run, so he knew something was wrong, and she\u2019d never gone that close to the street. When Dude brought her in, she wasn\u2019t very stiff and she was still warm.<\/p>\n We buried her in one of the terraces in our back yard.<\/p>\n I\u2019m going to fashion some kind of marker and put #MamasCat on it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" She wasn\u2019t the worst cat I ever had, but the worst one was the one I hand-raised, and apparently human hand-raised cats are psychopaths. Razzy peed everywhere. She sprayed me once. Maybe twice. On purpose, looking at us, she\u2019d squat and pee on the carpet if she knew we couldn\u2019t catch her. 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Tuesday night she wanted under the covers and squished herself close to my legs. She has never<\/em> done that before, but she had started sleeping on top of the covers squished close to my legs. Blackberry was squished against my upper back so I couldn\u2019t move. I laid there for 2 hours not being able to do much more than doze. So I finally got up and went to the recliner. Razzy immediately followed me and slept on me.<\/p>\n