Our Precious is Gone
Trouble quietly slipped away at 9.15am. He was four months away from his 13th birthday.
The veterinarians at the Blackwood Vet' Surgery were wonderful. He was euthanized by lethal injection into his right paw, and he slumped into my wife's arms who sobbed as she felt him slip away.
As suggested by the Vet, the other 3 cats got one last look into the shoebox.
He is now residing in a new garden bed: By this time next year, a catnip plant (or similar) will be growing strong.
Goodbye Trouble.
We will miss you.
You will be missed by all.
25 July 2011
Keeping up Appearances
My hoomans are so good! Stephen has been quietly taking photographs of me all day, trying hard not to alarm me. He hasn't really, though I did walk away a few times. Under the table is a good place to chill out. Anyhow, it looks like he got a few shots. He admitted to photo-manipulating a few things out of my fur.... I wasn't always pretty for the camera! Anyhow, check out what he did...
We put down the blanket next to Trouble's water-bowl in the bathroom, but he rarely uses it.
Late this afternoon we found him standing next to the bowl, so he was encouraged to lie down. For about 5 minutes we listened to his raspy breathing, wondering which one would be his last.
When I decided to pat one of his paws, he perked up. A few minutes after these shots, he slowly lifted himself up and went for a drink ... where he stood for a while, shaking. Then he lay down on the cold tiles. Strange, yet not much we can do about it.
Trouble has found a cold spot under the dining table.
I suspect it is a cool spot to hang out. Behind him is a stone-fireplace, yet the side he has chosen is chilly to touch. The floorboards are also quite cold. Yet this is his favourite spot.
Trouble sat here quietly next to the bathtub for a few hours this evening. The tiles are cold to touch, yet he loves it.
Trouble enjoys a few moments of preening from my wife.
This reversible cat-brush has soft brushes on one side, and plastic-tipped wires on the other. As you can see, he loves having his beautiful black fur scratched!
24 July 2011
Good Bye
This is not my eulogy, but awfully close to it.
I'm having a lot of trouble drinking and eating at the moment, and I'm not sure why. I suddenly went all dizzy and disorientated a few days ago, but I haven't been eating properly for a while. They took me to the vet this morning. The hooman male had picked me up, and both of realised how gaunt I had become!!
The vet was a nice man. He looked me over, squeezed my tummy, which hurt a little bit, and quickly ascertained the TERRIBLE NEWS: I might have cancer of the kidney. NOOOOO!! I had plans, I was going places, I had a new backyard coming my way for Christmas!
I most probably won't live the weekend. My hoomans have taken a few half-decent photographs of me, but most importantly, they have upgraded my page. THANK STEPHEN, I WUV YOU! Sniffle. Oh, that's not good. Why was I hear? Oh drinking, that's right. My cognitive skills are going fast, so I'll rush this message thru. (Stephen is so cool, he can understand my paw-prints on the paper he put down for me.)
Look, I won't lie: It has been a GRAND life, living in domestic bliss in the Adelaide hills. I'm gonna miss my siblings, the hoomans, the cat-run, the sleeping, oh the sleeping.
If I don't leave another message for a few days, it's because he is mourning my passing. Don't worry, I'll be back: Cats have nine lives. In my next life, I will be a { undeciperhable paw print } , and that will make EVERYONE happy!
23 July 2011
Troubled & Neurotic!
Yep, this is my webpage. I reckon I am probably the most neurotic, paranoid, self-persecuting feline on the planet. Yet incredibly loveable. Read on to discover just how much!
Profile
Trouble is medium of size and prefers medium to rare steak. Of the four feral felines found in a carpark in the city of Adelaide, SA, Australia, he is the cat more likely to be scared to death by a falling leaf.
Name: Trouble | Very Troubled Cat (VTC) | Eek, Hey You! Get Off!
Date of Birth: November 11, 2000
Hair: Don't talk about my hair! It is not black, and barely brown. I hate it. I want to be dropped in a vat of black-die. This color is so last-year!
Eyes: Yeah, two. Black & Yellow. It's rude to stare.
Height: Always the highest. I like to get as high as I can possibly get. I gotta stay away from Fluff. I think she hates me.
Weight: Wait for what? I cannnot stop moving. Fluff might catch up with me!
Hobbies: Running, Purring, Being chasing by Fluff. Oh, I cannot forget: Following Mischief, Sniffing Bums, Cuddling the Human Female's right arm, Stealing chocolate stuff from the kitchen bench.
Favorite Foods: Whatever is left after Fluff has eaten.
Favorite Beverage: refer to "Favorite Foods"
Occupation: RUNNING!!!
