So here’s the roundup of the rest of our darlings. I’m astonished at the difference the cats have made in our lives. I think it’s because we always had animals – we never realized what it was like not to have one. But two years ago Cello died (a rescue cat from my ex BIL), Pooska died (a darling mini-Maine coon cat) of extreme old age (19 – she’d just showed up in her garage one day when she was a baby). We were left with Phantom, who was such a darling he filled our lives. And then, as Tim’s illness exploded (indeed, on the very day something seemed to snap with him) Phantom was hit by a car. It’s even possible he accidentally hit him – we’ll never know. And life was so hideously awful that we were just holding on for dear life, like survivors in a Tsunami as the flood waters swirling around us and the wind shook the trees we were clinging to.
We went through two years like that, with the occasional respite of cuddling Crusie’s dogs, who are exceptionally snuggly. And then things hit rock bottom, Richie was so depressed it was almost clinical, I was shell-shocked. And the kitties arrived. I said to Richie that suddenly things were better – that I was no longer pushing him to see a therapist. He started to deny feeling better (because we’re still a little terrified about what might happen) when I said “it just sort of grounds us, having the animals.” And that’s what it does. Life is just not so bleak. It’s a reminder that certain things are eternal when so much else is random.
But you guys with pets know that. In a way it was a good thing not to have the pets for a while – I took them for granted as a part of life. I’d never realized just how necessary they were. These are Jennifer’s kitties – they bought some chairs to assemble and of course the cats claimed them. I’m assuming the boxes were too flat for them to crawl into.