In the comments to Friday’s post, Brigitte said:
Today, I have to let Grandpa Atticus leave for his final mission – at 19, and after diabetes, hyperthyroidism and a stroke. I just know being the awesome, chill dude he is, he’ll have baby Kepler on his lap, telling him stories and playing with him. That’s just the way he always was – loving and patient – when his baby brothers and sister came home.
Y’all were so lovely and supportive that she asked me to thank you.
When I mentioned Atticus and his final mission, I never anticipated that so many people would comment their good thoughts and wishes.
He was a good cat, always so welcoming and loving, and although he had a crabby streak, he was always patient; more of a grumpy old man in the end. It was heartwarming to read the comments, heartwarming to know that I wasn’t. He went peacefully, and I know that he’s having a great old time, bossing around his younger brother (Gandalf) and sister (Mae), and being a cool Grandpa to the others on the other side of the bridge.
Thanks again Robyn, and if you can mention a few words of thanks to all of your wonderful readers, I would appreciate it.
Brigitte and Malcolm the Marmie (snoring away next to me!)
Thank you, you guys, not only for being so kind and wonderful to me, but also to each other. I love that we can count on each other for support in difficult times. You are the BEST!
In case you missed it over the weekend, Gaston and Chip have been adopted. And since their new family is on vacation for a little while, the boys came back here to hang out with us until their family is ready to bring them home next week.
Teresa was kind enough to deliver them (and got to visit with Mercury and the babies.) I had asked Fred if he thought I should put the boys in my room for a day while they re-acclimated, and he said since they’d only been gone a week, they’d be fine having the run of the house. And when I let them out of the carrier, they raced around like they’d never been away. The funny thing is that Gaston was the super vocal one while they were racing around, and then he quieted down after a while. Chip would like y’all to know that he is, indeed, still da BAYbee, and we will be getting video to prove that.
They were both a bit confused about not being able to go into the foster room, but after a little sniffing around and a few mournful howls, they both shrugged it off. I’m not sure they’ve stopped racing around since the moment they came out of the carrier yesterday!
Breaking news: Fred took another peek at the kittens’ back ends over the weekend, and it turns out that the kitten we’d named Aurora is actually a BOY. So we swapped some names around, and please say hello to the kittens again, with their proper names!
Hopefully we won’t have to switch any more names around – but I’m not promising anything!
2016: #Spruce, greeting #UncleStefan. If you’re looking for a kitten who loves other cats, Spruce is your mancat!
2015: “HELLO HI INNERNETS, I HAS A BANDAGE ON MY LEG AND YOU MUST FEEL SORRY FOR ME. I’M DA BAYBEE!”
2014: Orlando and those expressive ears.
2013: The Floofening.
2012: I would give my kingdom for a solid poop from any of those kittens!
2011: Do you remember Starsky and Hutch?
2010: No entry.
2009: So, that’s what’s going on with these kittens and their eyes.
2008: Kara lets her Southern roots shine through.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.