Mom keeps asking me if I want a new sister or brother. She avoids answering the question for herself about whether she wants another cat.
I have been lonely since my sister passed away suddenly three months ago. I did not understand what happened, but mom started sobbing and ran to the car with Mog’s limp brown tabby body in her arms. Mom returned. Mog didn’t.
Mog was having some health issues, but I had no idea she would go so quickly. She told me to take care of mom when she was gone, but I thought she was just yakking as she often did. I had no idea Mog would leave mom and me. Mog and I were litter mates and had only spent 3 nights apart in 15 plus years.
The days and nights are different without Mog. Mom lavishes attention on me and lets me sleep in the chair and on the bed where Mog used to sleep. Mog was bossy and I let her tell me what to do. I have never been a cuddler like Mog, but I try to let mom know that I am here for her. She is sad.
Mom talks to me more than she did before Mog passed. She said she loved having the two of us as kittens when we were adopted years ago but doesn’t think raising kittens again is what she needs. She wants an older cat that might be difficult to adopt and for whom she could provide a forever home. I like that idea. I do not think I could deal with the energy of a new kitten.
Mom went to the Pet Association last week to meet a 10-year-old yellow tabby that was surrendered because her elderly parents died. She said the cat was sweet but just did not seem to be right for us. I think seeing this cat and going forward with the possibility of adoption just made mom sadder about Mog.
As for me, I don’t know. I am taking care of mom by patrolling the house and cuddling up next to her to watch TV at night just as Mog used to do. Mom volunteers a lot so I am home by myself. I sleep more these days as I get older. On the other hand, it would be nice if a new cat helped me cheer mom up.
Both of us need a little more time to figure this out. We will know when we know.
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Lost our Lilly this summer. Max and us sad. After two months adopted another 8 year old. Separate living spaces for 3 weeks . Max has been the perfect non-confrontational gentleman. All is well other than new kitty being a tripping hazard causing me to fall and tear my rotator cuff.
I love the idea of rescuing a senior kitty. I hope you find the right match.
For both you and Gitch
When it’s right, you’ll all 3 know…❤️🐈🐈