This is a hard post to write, and I put it off for -what, three months?
On Christmas Eve morning, my 16-year-old Siamese cat Jasmine passed away peacefully sleeping on my lap. It was a frigid cold morning, but the sun was shining. As I looked out the vet’s office window, I envisioned a delighted kitty romping through the rural setting. Miss Jasmine K. Kitty loved boxes and baskets, lap time, getting scratched and brushed, catching butterflies, and chatting like all Siamese are inclined to do. She also enjoyed the occasionally nibble of dark chocolate, so I’m sure she was a gourmand in a past life. She always meticulously groomed, so I’m also positive that the gourmand was a fashionista, too. She was greatly loved, and is missed in this home.
So now, this house is me and the 20-pound grey kitty named Ivan who has been in my life and home for about 13 years. Because this was an adjustment for both of us, Ivan got some new toys from Mouthfuls.Net. This Denver pet store has some of the most adorable kitty toys ever and they ship nationwide. More importantly, in this house, they’re tried, true, and totally beloved by Ivan.
First I grabbed the 12″ Catnip Tackle Bag stuffed with fresh catnip. Just watch the video for 30 seconds of pure kitty delight.
I also picked up a dozen furry mice. In the past I’ve gotten the Three Bathed Mice.,Ivan loves to stalk these – and then bring me a present of the ‘dead’ mouse. I’ve found I can take the furry mice and bath them in any catnip and he’ll stalk with pleasure.
We’ve adjusted into a daily routine. He makes sure I’m out of bed at about the same time every day and accompanies me throughout my morning routine – including watching as I shower. I’m pretty sure he’s simply fascinated with the flowing water. He watches out the window as I drive away to work. And when I come home? He’s at the door waiting for me… Err, he’s actually waiting for his daily can of wet food, but I like to think he’s waiting for me and only me. He sits on my lap through TV shows, and often sleeps right on the bed with me through much of the night. And if I’m in the kitchen, Ivan likes to be there to ‘help.’ Pretty sure he was a chef in a past life because he always has a comment or two or three or four to add while I’m cooking.