• addie@feddit.uk
    16·
    4 days ago

    Aww. We buried our old cat’s ashes at the spot in the garden where he loved to sit and watch the world - a shady spot under the rhubarb. It’s where new cat loves to sit as well.

  • ChicoSuave@lemmy.world
    20·
    4 days ago

    “So you see kitten, you are being watched. Naturally, judgement should be assumed. But most importantly, you will not be alone. Welcome to the family little one.”

    • muusemuuse@sh.itjust.worksOPEnglish
      16·
      4 days ago

      Ada was not the “welcome to the family” type. She was more the “I hope you shit yourself before you stroke out in a crowded elevator” type. She liked people. Even a trip to the vet was a trill for her. Fucking hated other cats.

    • muusemuuse@sh.itjust.worksOPEnglish
      7·
      4 days ago

      Manuel does not listen and he is not very concerned with what I think about that. He has opinions. He will give you those opinions. And you will just deal with it.

      Unless you ask about Israel. It’s a thing in this house. If we want manny to shut up, we ask him what he has to say about Israel. #catsarentreal

  • LousyCornMuffins@lemmy.worldEnglish
    6·
    3 days ago

    So, a couple decades ago mcdonalds was giving out beanie babies and one of them looked just like my kitten. I don’t care about beanie babies but i had to get one that looked like my kitten. I showed it to her. first thing she does is pick it up with a claw and throw it, then he swats it mid-air. it was immediately a favorite toy. It’s sitting on top of one of my speakers on my sound system right now, judging me.

    • muusemuuse@sh.itjust.worksOPEnglish
      8·
      4 days ago

      Oh so there’s actually a story to her name. She was a Manx. Not even the suggestion of a tail. I got her off my friend when she showed up on his porch one day. (A nearby meth house cleared out and suddenly there’s a new suspiciously well socialized stray cat in the neighborhood.) cat broker gives me the cat and me and the guy I was dating at the time are trying to figure out what to name her.

      I recalled a pair of kittens off this friends back porch that slept in his mint plants. One had a tail, one didn’t. I was trying to socialize them so we could find them homes. They hated me. As a human, I was the devil. A devil that fed them. We suspected she was somehow related to them.

      I named them Bit and Byte. And so she was named Mrs Ada Lovelace. And she was the best thing in my life those 16 years.