We had to put mom's cat to sleep. I guess he was as much Eden's as he was hers, but he was really mom's. She loved that cat like her third child. I guess that makes sense, since the only people he ever really seemed to get close to were mom and I.
Zinny was a good cat, he was just misunderstood. I remember being told by
pixiehawk when we first started going out about 5 years ago how 'evil' Zinny was. When I met him the first time he growled at me and swiped at me. I just laughed at him and scratched the top of his head. We were pretty much buddies after that. I just knew not to force the issue on him and I didn't back down from him or show any fear when he tried to 'attack'. After a while he'd come around for pets instead of coming around to growl at me.
I can't say I blamed him for being crotchety either. He was the king of the house for a long time. Then all of a sudden he had another cat living with him. Then without warning there were two more. If that weren't bad enough, he soon had five little kittens crawling around too. If all that happened to me at 13, I'd be pretty pissed at the world too. Regardless, he got mean from time to time but he respected the other cats and gave them their space.
This is going to be pretty rough on me too I think, even though I didn't know him nearly as long. Zinny had a weird quirk about water. He would drink out of the bowl if he had to but he loved to drink straight from a faucet. I remember being surprised the first time I went to take a shower and he ran into the shower with me, yowling at me to turn the water on. I let it drip for a bit and he drank some and splashed around for a little while and went on his way again. I'll probably think about him whenever I take a shower for a while.
I knew something was wrong. The last few days he just wasn't himself. He'd been sleeping in the kitchen on the mat and just didn't seem too active. Then his meow last night just seemed 'off' somehow. Then when mom picked him up and started crying I just knew it was bad. I probably should have gotten the clue when he started trying to get out again the last couple weeks. Then again, he never liked being trapped inside here. I'm glad I was able to take him out for a little while and let him roll around in the grass a few weeks back.
I didn't know him quite as long, but I think I'm really going to miss that mean old bastard.
It'll be tough buddy, but I'll take care of mom and Eden for you. Here's hoping you have all the running water to play in that you could ever want. I'll keep Toby in line so he doesn't start strutting around like he owns the place. See you on the other side old man. Love ya.