Yeti, our great and glorious spirit kitty has passed away. Shusli has written a wonderful poem for the crazy creature on her blog.
Shusli told me one of the kitties had peed in my laundry basket. She also told me Yeti had seen someone walking down the street and ran to the fence to get some attention earlier.
After reading blogs and checking e-mails, I grabbed my laundry basket and headed for the hose where Yeti was laying. Yeti had a habit of just flopping wherever he danmed well pleased, so this didn't surprise me until I saw a fly on his face and he wasn't moving.
We had a beautiful ceremony for his huge carcass and buried him in the back yard.
This was one of my favorite pics of the guy, shortly after he was shaved. Rhonda and I were thinking of giving him back to the HS because of the massive amounts of hair and kitty litter all over. I called the day she was to take him back and she no longer wanted to. I said we'd be putting up with hair and a dirty floor, so she took him and had him shaved. According to the groomer, he was an 8 and a scale of 10 for cats who fight being shaved. However, he soon liked the new do and started cleaning himself and soon was bringing us cabbage leaves and rose petals.
We have many good stories about this crazy cat. He chose to leave us on the eve of the Harvest Moon, a Super Moon, whatever that is.
We went for a walk, sung and danced under the moon in the city of Portland, came home and our door was open. I immediately headed in and started checking rooms when Alia came running out of one, then another black cat came running out of another.
Life is pretty weird today!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Posted by Eugene at 6:42 PM