SQUEAM ALERT or bite me (whole post)

RIP Katy Kat, who had to be put down this afternoon; a trip I had planned got called of just intime to find her in trouble and yet not in pain.

Katy was a ripe-old-aged kitteh who had been starting the Long Sleeps, amidst other health problems too numerous to katalog. She went to the vet today following a nice porch lap-visit, listening to birdehs and wishing I'd let her get down to get just ONE more birdeh in a long life of birdeh-presenting; first tho she kicked the porch kitteh's ass just kuz she kould.

This was a kat about whom we had kollected many Katy Kronikles, after we'd rescued her some years ago from a FreeCycler who turned out to be a very good friend... whose wife kould no longer tolerate Kat Allergies.

How we knew it was indeed the right time I am not prepared to describe further than to say: KATY failed to howl and projektile-poop her karrier-kennel in her usual fashion, despite the lack of Kalm-Down meds. Not a howl, bless her little kitteh soul.

~Susan