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[Dec. 14th, 2006|10:45 pm] |
I miss being able to cuddle with her when I felt this horrible. I miss her knowing when I felt this horrible an coming to my side.
I miss having her there for me, and feel horrible that I wasn't there for her. |
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[Nov. 27th, 2006|12:37 am] |
It's been well over a year, and I still miss her terribly. I miss hugging her, petting her, playing with her, resting my remote on her. The cuddliest thing in the world, ya know, when she wasn't ripping your arm off.
Every once in awhile, I'd be sitting with her, and I'd notice she was very slowly going to bite my foot or hand. It was like she had gotten stuck in slow mo. Strangest ever. But highlarious none the less. I'd move my foot or hand and she'd snap out of her daze and be all 'um.. what? I wasn't doing anything"
It was always an adventure to vacuum the house. Firstly, the vacuum was her mortal enemy, she'd start hissing and looking for an escape root the minute I brought it into the same room as her. Secondly, if I tried to vacuum the other rooms first, i'd her a loud whoosh and thudding as she tried to run away. So eventually I just starting putting her in my parents room as soon as I was going to start. She didn't get it when I did, but when I was done I'd go up to let her out, and she'd be hiding under the bed. Silly cat, she could have totally taken it.
For some reason Jane never understood that she was too big to fit under my parents bed when she got older. She would still squeeeezer herself under there. Clawing at the carpet to pull herself along, pushing with her hind legs as she went. The few times I actually caught her doing it, I couldn't help laughing. Funniest and Cutest thing ever.
I miss her call.
I like to call this her Bedroom Eyes picture. It's for the boy kitties at the front. She was the Mama Cass of Kitties.
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[Jul. 5th, 2006|12:12 am] |
I started crying at work on Sunday. Suddenly memories of Jane flooded into my head. Specifically a moment when I was around 12. I had gotten home in a foul mood because the people I thought were my friends were treating me like dirt and I kicked off my shoe and it hit Jane. I remember crying even harder when I realized I hit her and felt even worse.
I'm a horrible pet owner. I shouldn't be trusted with the life of anybeing but myself.
I can't believe they made me leave her there. She hated the vet, that's the last place she should have been in her hour of need. I'm glad my parents aren't getting another pet. They don't deserve one. They shouldn't have had pets let alone children. I'm a bad person for saying this, but they aren't good parents and they aren't good pet owners. I truly, greatly, dislike them right now.
I hate them for what they did to Jane, and I hate them for neglecting me. Yes I could have had it much worse, but this is a terrible environment for anyone to have to live and grow in, person or animal. I'm sure Jane could have had a much happier life somewhere else. I'm just glad that maybe she loved me 1% the amount I loved her, though I didn't do right by her. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2006|07:37 pm] |
This weekend I have to feed my co-workers pets while she's away. She has three cats. This makes me miss Jane just that much more.
I'm still not used to her not being on the couch. I remember when I'd get concerened if I couldn't see her from the bottom of the stairs. She would either be on the couch or on the floor in that room or the dining room. If not I had to find her.
I can't find her anymore |
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[Feb. 19th, 2006|10:54 pm] |
When we were younger she'd drink out of my water glass at night. I would wake up and be stairing right at her butt. She then had her own water dish beside the bed, but sometimes she'd still sneak it out of my glass. I wonder how many times I drank water that had had cat paw in it.
Once, I was singing to my cat. She would meow and meow, and I'd sing her a nursery rhyme, and she'd stop meowing. But when I stopped singing, she'd start again.
When my family was in Las Vegas for a week, and I was home alone, she'd come up and sleep on my bed with me all night. She hadn't come into my room on her own and stayed the night for years before that.
Isn't the icon for this journal awesome. |
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[Jan. 21st, 2006|07:44 pm] |
So I was sitting at the computer and I could not see the cat, but I could HEAR the cat. I leaned forward and saw her in the 'belly rubs kthx' position. Now either she thought I'd get up and move over there to play with her, or she was asking the garbage can to rub the belly. I wouldn't be surprised if it were either.
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[Jan. 8th, 2006|11:17 pm] |
I love this picture because if I moved my foot she'd move her paw to find it, unless I moved too far away and then she'd have to move around to find a better position. Her fat belly kept her from having her leg beside her. It was so cuuute. I felt special and connected to the cat who showed very little love. I loved her enough for the both of us (gag)
I loved her markings. All her paws were white, along with her belly, one side of her upper lip area, and a small line between her eyes. When she rolled over she went black white black white black white.
What's black and white and fat all over? MY CAT WAS! |
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| We grew up together. |
[Jan. 5th, 2006|10:18 am] |
She would lay on my bed when she was a kitten and purr so loud I could feel the vibrations in the bed. To think I had to push her off the bed then to sleep, I'd give anything to feel that again. |
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