Sunday, June 21, 2009

So long and thanks for all the bellyrubs...

HRH Azrael McWhineypants
????- June 2009

I woke up yesterday morning to the doorbell. I don't like our doorbell. It's always been too loud. Now it is on the small list of objects I'd like to destroy.

So... the doorbell rang. My husband got up to answer the door, but no one was there. He came back to bed. We went back to sleep. When the doorbell rang again some little time later, DH got up to get it, seeing as how I stayed up much later working on the purse I posted about yesterday.

He woke me up a bit later with the bad news: Azzy had been hit and killed by a car on our quiet residential side-street. I couldn't believe it at first. She was so street smart. How could she have gotten hit here?

She came to us last July. We were leasing a house on the other side of town in a small subdivision. She started setting up camp on our back porch. She had a collar, but always came to our porch, even though we weren't yet feeding her. Eventually, I started putting out food for her.

I searched for any owners or previous human companions but couldn't find any. Apparently, she had adopted us.

When we had to move in October she came with us. We kept her strictly inside until around Christmas time, for fear that she'd get lost. She did NOT like being inside all the time and let us know every hour of every day that she was awake. She was very much a gotta-be-outside cat. When it was raining, she'd glare and scream at us, as if to say, "How the hell could you let this happen?!"

So she'd been loving the nice weather of late and staying out later and later, or if she came inside for the night, waking me up earlier and earlier to go out. The first thing she'd do upon going outside would be to flop down on the concrete and roll around in the dirt. She loved getting dirty. Kinda odd for a cat, but what can I say?

She was becoming tolerant of me rubbing her belly, a little tradition that started after we had her tummy shaved in prep for her spaying (which had already happened before she came to us).

She would head-butt anything and everything to give it lovin'.

She liked watching the birds in the back yard and chittering at them.

Oh, and she loved her "kitty drugs" - catnip. She'd roll around in that, too. She was such a freak sometimes!

I could go on and on, but I'll just say that she is loved, and she will be sorely missed.


  1. I am sorry about your loss of your furry friend. Pets give so much its incredible. It was nice to hear our good thoughts about your cat.


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