A Changing of the Guard

Killy in August 2015

Killy in August 2015

In mid-November, our beloved little cat Killy, 18 years of age, which is about 88 in human terms, was in such obvious pain that we decided to have her put to sleep. It was heart wrenching; even writing this now my throat is tight and I’m on the verge of tears. We got Killy and her brother Tibby in the summer of 1998 from the RSCPA, and they were both beautiful looking cats. Technical speaking, Killy was Chris’s cat and Tibby was mine, but I lost Tibby in 2001 to a virulent stomach infection that even had the vets baffled. Thousands of dollars and 3 major surgeries weren’t enough to save him. So Killy became “our” cat, not just Chris’s.

I called her ‘Baby’. Even when she was old, she was still my Baby.

While Killy can never be replaced, we have some new joy in the house. Meet Nyssa and Quinn. They are half Bengal. It looks to me as if the non-Bengali parent was a standard tabby cat. Neither kitten has the spots of the Bengal and both have the telltale ginger patches that almost all tabby cats have. In other words, apart from the astonishing size of their ears (which maybe kittens have anyway, I don’t remember) they look like standard DSHes (that’s Domestic Short Hairs to ordinary folks like us).

Nyssa and Quinn

Nyssa and Quinn

 

Right now, they are just 8 weeks old, and are confined to my bedroom for the next few days, to give them a safe place. There’s also an en suite with plenty of room for their food, water and sandbox. Their bed, which you can see used to belong to Killy, is snugged away behind my Lazy Boy armchair beside my bed. At the moment, they’ve worn themselves out exploring over and over, chasing cat toys, getting stuck up inside the mechanism of the Lazy Boy chair (God, I hate kneeling on hard floors!) and fighting each other.

Next job….toilet training. Hope it goes well. And quickly.

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