Scritches and a Cat-nip Mouse

Goodbye, Stimpy Doodle

Curled up

Curled up

A bit of a photo and video tribute to our cat, Stimpy, who passed away yesterday.

It wasn’t a surprise.  He’d been sick for a long time.  He wouldn’t stay inside, and when he did, he’d try to eat things like fiberglass insulation.  But he was all love and play….  lots and lots of play.

He really, really loved stuffed mice, for example.

Brother and sister

Brother and sister

He also had an odd memory for things.  He couldn’t remember which door to go to for dinner, but he never forgot his sister, Lyarr.  She died very young from FIP, and yet if something came out of storage that she’d slept on that might hold a touch of her scent…  he would go crazy running about the house crying to her.  Indeed, the day she died, he knew the box that she’d been placed in.  He dragged one of those sticks with feathers on it across the room and dropped it by the box, patting the box and meowing.

The trio

Stimpy always took the ottoman

Stimpy was a royal pain at times.  But he loved so much, and he trusted so much too.  He was The Boodle’s “first pet” in a sense, because Stimpy was here as M. grew up and not only accepted him, but loved having M. be with him.  Whereas Asmodean had been jealous of our son’s presence in our lives, Stimpy Doodle was happy.  New toys to play with, more scritches…

Though he kept running outside (what eventually killed him) and vanishing for days, he always came home and purred and loved and talked… oh, could he talk!

Although he died yesterday…  it hadn’t fully hit me until I started writing this post and looking through the pictures.  So please excuse the tears.  I just wanted you all to get to know this sweet boy too.

Cat Nap

Sleep Well, Doodle

Row80 Check-in

Since Wednesday things have been on a slow rise toward progress after being sick.  I probably could have made up a few things since yesterday, but my heart’s not in it at the moment.

  • write every day; at the minimum, do 5 sentences  everyday; not always fiction
  • finish a complete (rough) draft of Courting the Swan Song  did some searching and scene plotting
  • make twice weekly blog posts (WIPpet Wednesdays and Some Thing 4 Sundays) on a consistent schedule check
  • maintain active sponsor participation more progress on the sponsor post (I have a real rough draft!); the rest– check
  • energize myself with more physical activity almost nada; we’ve been sick
  • reclaim my writing space  no progress here; some back-sliding
  • go through some piece of my electronic home (desktop, laptop, server space, Dropbox, etc.) very little progress
  • laugh more, hug my family more, share myself with friends more…  a bunch of just us stuff, end of school break fluff
  • attend chats and sprints on Twitter (at least one of each) nada
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18 responses to “Scritches and a Cat-nip Mouse

  1. Sorry to hear about Stimpy. My last one lasted 21 years, then just faded away one night. Lots of good memories.
    I like your 5 sentences a day challenge. I’m in the midst of editing, so don’t feel I have time for a good Flash Fiction piece to put up on my blog for all. But – I could do a few sentences – for me. And then just leave them as is, or pick up another time.

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    • Sounds like your kitty’s passing was peaceful, after a long life. 21 years is a good life for a cat, Mike.

      Technically, Stimpy was pretty young (about 11), but he’d never “been well”, and between FIP andFIV, along with his other habits… Well, he really lived the way HE wanted most of the time. And I’m just glad he’s free of pain now.

      The five sentences a day work well because they fit almost anywhere. I hope you can find a way to make them work for you.

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  2. I feel for you – breaks something every time a pet leaves. you have memories and they last and bring pleasure – take care:)

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    • Thank you, Alberta. I know you’re a cat person too, so I know you “get it”. And yes, I do have my memories. There are a lot of smiles in those.

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  3. Oh, what a sweet kitty! And what a loving tribute – it made me tear up. I’m sorry for your loss. It’s so hard when these sweet souls make their transition. *hugs*

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    • Thanks, Xina. It’s odd… I didn’t (couldn’t maybe?) cry yesterday. All winter he’d been running off and vanishing for days at a time, once for two weeks, and I had thought he’d done what many animals do of finding a place to “leave the world”, but then he came back, and he did it again, and then he came back, and…

      But yesterday we found him, and he was gone, and… it didn’t seem real. Burial didn’t seem real. It was only once I’d gathered these pictures and looked at the old videos and spent time with who he was that it clicked… he’s gone. So thank you for taking the time to comment, because it helps so very much to “be with him” a bit more.

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  4. It is always so hard to lose a pet. They are totally a part of the family. One of our cats is a complete pain in the butt, and I was just telling someone today that I will be so happy when he dies. Then I teared up just thinking about it. I will miss him like anyone else in the family.

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    • I totally understand, Chris. We had our days of hair-pulling and yelling at Stimpy… but I still loved him. Many hugs to you and scritches to your “problem child”

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  5. I am so sorry, Eden, what a beautiful energetic boy Stimpy was! May he and Murray frolic together over the Rainbow Bridge! Love and gentle hugs!

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    • Thank you, Vera. Your Murray sounds like he was a big hugga-purr too. I have a feeling that the pair of them are having a wonderful time together… complete with all the catnip they want. 😀 Many hugs to you too, and warm purrs at the foot of the bed (Stimpy’s favorite spot to lay down).

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  6. Oh, sweetie — how’s the Boodle? You and Vera… I’m so sad to hear this. He sounds perfect; perfect because he was totally himself. My late Gary Monster was a loud and annoying Siamese but a Love Monster who always snuggled.

    Hug the Boodle, Dan, yourself, and all of Stimpy’s family for me and Raisin — he/she/it will give kisses and style your hair.

    Love,
    Susan

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    • Thanks, Susan. The hugs and gentle thoughts have definitely been passed on. Actually, the Boodle’s still processing things, I think. He cried when we found Stimpy and has shown more of a need to do the feeding of Creamsicle and Mr. Kitty since, but then he told us we needed to go out and get another kitty “just like” Stimpy.

      There’ll never be another kitty like Stimpy. Just as it sounds like there could never be another Gary Monster (who, btw, sounds like he was a wonderful boy). Someday I’ll have to tell you the story of Cous Cous, my Siamese kitten, Susan.

      Ah, the stories of cats… they’re so many, and yet… I know I still want more.

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  7. will you mind if I spread this on my twitter?

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  8. Oh, this was so sad. You sweet cat looked almost exactly like one of my cats, Willow. On that last picture, I would have thought it was my cat. Losing pets is hard. I’m so sorry you’re having to go through this.

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  9. Kourtney Heintz

    So sorry to hear about your loss. But what a great cat Stimpy was. I got teary eyed when I read about how much he missed his sister and how he tried to bury a toy with her.

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    • He was a loving animal, gentle-souled and missed greatly… This morning after I fed our other two kitties, my son came over and gave me huge hug. Then he said “I miss Stimpy. Do you still miss him? We could hug each other.”

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