.. and it might not seem important to anyone else. I just put the best cat in the world to sleep this morning, and I feel like a murderer. He had cat AIDS, and he was so sick this last year. I might be very inhumane, but I waited til it got this bad to put him to sleep because I didn't want his life to end. Actually, I was too cowardly to be with him in his last hour.. but my husband stayed home from work and took him and was with him. He was buried this morning under his favorite tree. I am having a nice headstone painted for him by one of Austin's best artists. I know this is a really stupid post because there are so many people that are suffering so much hardship.. and so many people having hard times. But we really loved this kitty. He used to be a BIG kitty, he weighed 20 lbs. He had 24 toes, he was polydactyl. He was half Siamese and half whatever. He was a great person, too. Whenever we got a foster kitten, he would foster the kitten, too. He always was full of love, and would clean the kitten with his tongue, and be so kind to it. He loved my son, and would play with him for hours on end. My son would play with him a bit, and when he would go out of the room the cat with jump on his body and attack him. That kid had more fun with that cat. When I told my son what we had to do today, he just said "Mom I can't take this." and hung up the phone.
Rowzer loved the parrots and they loved him. It was a mutual admiration society. When I would open the parrots' cage to clean it, Rowzer would jump up into the cage and take a nap. The parrots would just stay on their perches and talk to him, wondering if that cat was ever going to get out of their cage. I just left im there because he was happy. I have lots of pictures of the parrots on Rowzer. He was such a great cat. The parrots would sit on him, and he would just take a nap, and they would groom his ears. Eventually, some of them came to know his voice, and would imitate him. Imitation is the highest form of flattery.
Whenever I was sad, Rowzer knew it. He would jump up wherever I was and rub his face against mine. All of the foster kitties that we had, he made them his own. We kept one, named Earl Gray, and they were the best friends..as you can see by this picture. Today, it was strange, all the cats that I have, they didn't show up to eat.
I want to devote this thread to Rowzer, and wish him a good voyage across the rainbow bridge. I will miss you my sweet friend. <sob> I hope to see you on the other side.