Sunday, March 19, 2006
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Everybody knows that the Internet was originally developed by the American military so that high ranking officials could safely exchange pictures of their cats.
So in the noble spirit of what it was invented for, here’s a picture of our cat. Quite a looker, huh? His name was Kitten Geoff, or at least that’s what he called himself in internet chat rooms. His MySpace profile listed his interests as staring at walls, sleeping in warm places, being made a fuss of, doing things only when he wanted to and not when he was told to, and chasing anything that moves about.
He had to be put to sleep late on Thursday night, and we miss him very much. He was seventeen. He had a blood clot which caused him to lose the circulation in his back legs, and he was in a lot of pain and distress in no time at all. We took him straight to the vet who explained the situation and our options - it’s not unusual with cats, apparently - but there wasn’t really a great deal of choice.
In a way, it was fortunate it happened when it did. What if we’d been at work, or in bed, or away somewhere? He could have been in agony for hours. Or what if he’d been out on one of his expeditions and unable to make his way back home? As it was, within forty five minutes of the problem starting he was gone. It’s cold comfort, but there you are. Me and Girlfriend were with him right to the end and as I’m sure you’ll appreciate, it was an upsetting time to say the least.
As a dog, Kitten Geoff was pretty lousy. He would never bring your slippers for you, or knock you off your feet and slobber all over you whenever you returned home from, say, being out in the garden, and he hated long walks in the countryside. Newspapers were for peeing on and not fetching from the front door. But as a cat, you couldn’t ask for more. He was intelligent and affectionate, independent but not sniffily so, strong willed, funny as you like, and never less than wonderful company. We’ll never forget him.
So in the noble spirit of what it was invented for, here’s a picture of our cat. Quite a looker, huh? His name was Kitten Geoff, or at least that’s what he called himself in internet chat rooms. His MySpace profile listed his interests as staring at walls, sleeping in warm places, being made a fuss of, doing things only when he wanted to and not when he was told to, and chasing anything that moves about.
He had to be put to sleep late on Thursday night, and we miss him very much. He was seventeen. He had a blood clot which caused him to lose the circulation in his back legs, and he was in a lot of pain and distress in no time at all. We took him straight to the vet who explained the situation and our options - it’s not unusual with cats, apparently - but there wasn’t really a great deal of choice.
In a way, it was fortunate it happened when it did. What if we’d been at work, or in bed, or away somewhere? He could have been in agony for hours. Or what if he’d been out on one of his expeditions and unable to make his way back home? As it was, within forty five minutes of the problem starting he was gone. It’s cold comfort, but there you are. Me and Girlfriend were with him right to the end and as I’m sure you’ll appreciate, it was an upsetting time to say the least.
As a dog, Kitten Geoff was pretty lousy. He would never bring your slippers for you, or knock you off your feet and slobber all over you whenever you returned home from, say, being out in the garden, and he hated long walks in the countryside. Newspapers were for peeing on and not fetching from the front door. But as a cat, you couldn’t ask for more. He was intelligent and affectionate, independent but not sniffily so, strong willed, funny as you like, and never less than wonderful company. We’ll never forget him.

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