margotvankapelle: (daisy flower)
2 more full-grown dogs, a puppy, and 4 kittens (the felines were in loving memory of Fagan).

13 dogs total, and 4 kittens. 

Not a bad month's work.

...wow.

May. 10th, 2011 10:52 pm
margotvankapelle: (kitty!)

It has been a year since Fagan passed away.  I still miss him (hell, I broke down in tears talking with my mom about it today), but the pain has receded somewhat...I can talk about him -- most of the time -- without crying. 

Fagan came into our lives memorably...Boe and I were newlyweds in March of 2001.  We already had 2 cats in our apartment -- Frank was four? and Odin was still a kitten of about 6 months or so.  I was working at the plasma center as a phlebotomist, and often worked until 8 at night or so.  At 8 in the evening in March in Indiana, It. Is. Dark.  I pulled into the apartment complex parking lot in my giant 1987 hoopty station wagon, parked it, and walked up the front steps to the building...

Where a  black and white tuxedo cat sat on the top step.  Since I don't think it's weird at all to have conversations with cats, I asked him, "Hey buddy, who do you belong to?  Where do you live?"  The unnamed cat looked up and me, meowed, and trotted to the side of the biuilding, where he sat down, looked at me, and meowed again.  Well, I'm not ENTIRELY stupid, I can understand that much Cat Speak.  So I followed him.  He mosied his way to the back of the building, where the private patios were.  He walked straight up to my back door, sat down, and murrrrrred at me.  I tried to explain to him that we already had 1 cat over the apartment limit, that I couldn't take him in, and that I was sorry that I couldn't bring him in with me. He just sat there expectantly.  I went into the apartment, explained the situation to Boe, who reminded me we already had one contraband cat, we couldn't have another.  So I put some food and water outside for the patiently waiting tuxedo cat, and made plans to take him to the local cat rescue as soon as I had a day off of work.

The next night, the same thing happened...the tuxedo cat met me on the front stoop, followed me around to my patio, where I fed and watered him.  Then the cat would sit patiently at my back door until I went to bed. 

The night after that, it stormed.  Sleet, freezing rain, 40 mile per hour winds, the works.  Boe watched me set up a plastic crate with a flap to keep the rain out, towels as padding, and yet more food and water, carefully placed to avoid as much rain as possible.  Boe then sighed, opened the door, and let the cat in.  All Boe said to me was "Well, we'll just have to get a new place and get him neutered."  The cat just waltzed in as if he had planned this outcome the entire time...which he did, no doubt!

We had just over nine good years with him.  He was incredibly sweet.  Boe always called him Fagan, but after  a while I had given him quite a few nicknames:  Fatfat, Buttbutt, Mr. Butt, Chubby Boy, Little Dude, Mr. Pink Nose, Mr. Man.

Fagan was amazing, and we were blessed to have him in our lives.
margotvankapelle: (kitten)
Fagan visited me in my dreams last night. I was in our living room, talking with some male, and Fagan was sitting on our fireplace mantel purring and chirruping while I gave him chin skritches. Our fireplace was a real one, not an electric heater, and so the mantel was nice and wide for our chubby boy. I pulled a can of wet food from a pocket, opened it, and held the can while Fagan snarfed it down. I love it when he checks in on me.
margotvankapelle: (Default)
I have been busy. Crazy busy. A lot of the busy comes from transferring schools and work, the other comes from, well, this:



Meet Princess -- she's about 6 weeks old, and was found nearly dead on the side of a highway by some Good Samaritans 2 weeks ago.  She was skeletal and covered in fleas when they picked her up.  They got rid of the fleas and fostered her, but the female Good Samaritan developed pretty severe allergies to her and so they  found her a home with us.  She is SO TINY, omg.  Bear in mind, I haven't worked with a kitten this young since Odin came into our lives, so close to 10 years.  Odin is now about 15 pounds and Frank is close to 20 pounds, so it's quite surprising how small Princess is in comparison.  She is already very much Boe's cat -- she follows him from room to room, sleeps in his armpit (often moving to his pillow next to his face in the middle of the night), and generally wants to spend her time hanging around him.  It's awesome -- I had hoped for this since Fagan was a daddy's boy and Boe lost his special buddy when Fagan passed away.  She is going to have amber eyes when they finish changing colors, and she is mostly white with tabby splotches and tail.  Princess is also living up to her name -- she is tiny but fierce!  She hisses and growls at the boys when they come a bit too close, but that distance is shrinking day by day.  She gets along well with Maggie, as her foster family has 4 dogs.  Last night, Princess discovered Maggie's tail makes an *excellent* play toy, and Maggie has shown no aggression, simply playfulness.  Princess eats like a preteen boy (put her bowl down in front of her, wait 30 seconds, then fill it up again), but she's growing ridiculously quickly and putting weight on nicely.  It's funny to watch her tummy expand as she snarfs down her crunchies and her wet food...afterwards, she usually gives a large burp and waddles off to the litter box.  Here, have another picture:


Yes, the scale is accurate:  Princess is the size of one of Boe's hands. 
margotvankapelle: (schrodinger)
Oh, I forgot to tell you -- Fagan is still making the occasional appearance in my dreams. The last time, I was at work, and Fagan came through the doorway from the back of the bakery, twined himself around my ankles, chirruped, and disappeared under the countertop. I smile every time I think of it. He really was an amazing boy, and both Boe and I miss him dreadfully. It's hard to believe he's been gone for over a month. Because of our finances, Boe and I have decided not to get another cat for a while...however, I have put Boe on notice that if the Universe puts a cat in our way, we're keeping it. :-)
margotvankapelle: (schrodinger)
I've been seeing (a fat, healthy) Fagan out of the corner of my eye, sitting on the toilet lid when I turn the bathroom sink faucet on (he and I had a routine when I was in the bathroom -- I'd turn on the water in the sink, and he'd let me bathe in peace). And this morning, I dreamt of Fagan mrrrrowing at us to fix his breakfast. He always waited until the alarm first went off to remind his humans that, yes, he was hungry and we were the ones who could open the cans so would one of us kindly GET UP AND FEED HIM ALREADY!?

I hope that he sticks around for a while, I find him quite comforting. I don't even mind being woken up early.

It's also becoming easier to think, so that's good.
margotvankapelle: (butterfly)
Fagan passed away about 45 minutes ago, laying on my chest. Oh God, I miss our boy! I don't think I can handle any Rainbow Bridge stuff, flist.

Fagan

May. 9th, 2010 01:21 pm
margotvankapelle: (butterfly)
You all know that I have 3 cats, right? Our youngest boy, Fagan, is dying. The vet says he's not in pain, so for the past few days we've just been loving on him as much as possible. I think we're at the end, though...Fagan quit eating or drinking 2 days ago. He has been a wonderful boy to have with us, and I have been blessed that he chose us to live with. I can't go on for too much longer without crying, so that's it for now.
margotvankapelle: (schrodinger)
Greetings and salutations, all 3 readers of my blog!

I know, I know, I haven't posted in something close to 2 weeks, and I have SO MUCH to get out here into the ether...

1. Boe's teaching contract is not being renewed for the next school year. So we're scrambling to find other employment for him -- we're looking at employment ANYWHERE in the US, fair warning. I hope like hell that he's able to find someting in this area, but realistically, Indiana is swamped with teachers and most school corporations within 2 hours of Fort Wayne are laying teachers off due to budget cuts. This is NOT a good time to stamp my feet and place geographic restrictions on where Boe can look for work.

2. Work is going well -- I'm still enjoying the work and the coworkers.

3. I went to my first event in about 5 months not too long ago; I had missed it very much but the drive home was an adventure. I as made Somerset's Arts and Sciences Champion for the year...very touching and quite a compliment!

4. We are slowly losing our youngest boy Fagan. He's been in renal failure for a couple of years now, and he's starting to slow down in a major way. We can't afford heroic measures, so we're focused on comfort measures and giving him as many enjoyable experiences as possible. Yesterday, he took a nap on my lap outside in the sunshine. Poor kitteh, he's such a sweetheart.

5. Boe gets his driver's license back June 8. Can't come soon enough!

6. Dad's retirement from the military (35 years of service) was incredible and deserves a post all on its own (as soon as I have pictures from my stepmom).

7. Two of my rose bushes bit the dust -- one by a rogue mower and one due to frost. Replanting will take place next weekend.
margotvankapelle: (herekittykitty)
I was painting away and...Fagan is on top of the highest cabinets. I believe this means my fuzzy Lords and Masters(tm) approve.

Hrmph.

And in other news, I am going to Hancock's today. Because I can.

Edited: well, Hancock's is not in the cards. My cough decided to become productive and I am off to urgent care to stave off incipient bronchitis. Woo.

Also, my linen from fabrics-store.com came in.
margotvankapelle: (kittysurprise)
I am at work, on my lunch break.

At 7, I get off of work, go home, walk Maggie, wake Boe up, and unwrap gifties.

By 10 Am, I will be in bed. At 7 PM I'll get up and spend some time with Boe until I go to work again at 10.

I hate this job.

In other news, here's what I got Boe for Christmas:
A bottle of Driven cologne
The Kung-Fu Panda 2 DVD set
A pocket watch
A fleece blanket I made myself
A hoodie with The Punisher logo all over it
and a bike.

It doesn't look like much, but they're all things I know he'll love. I try to make him at least 1 gift at Christmas, and I try to give him one *big* item and several smaller ones. And although he and I agreed that we're not getting each other clothing for Christmas, the Punisher hoodie is something he's petted every time we go to WalMart lately, so this'll be something he forgives me for. :-)

Maggie is getting bacon treats and a new rope bone, and the boys are getting toy mice and some catnip, in addition to an extra can of gooshyfood.

Merry Christmas, everyone! Stay safe and sane throughout the festivities!

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