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blamebrampton ([personal profile] blamebrampton) wrote2008-03-17 06:18 pm
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It was ...

… a very good last day. There was sun, salmon, some compost guarding, and some me guarding as she checked the laptop posed no threat.

And, at the end, with all of us kneeling around her cushions in the garden, she tried to bite the vet despite being sedated to the eyeballs. Because near-death does not mean a Min cat should give up the fight. The vet was incredibly charmed by this, and described it as extremely Minlike. The vet nurse cheered Min on, which I suspect was a trifle treacherous.

It is clear to me now that I cannot die before J, because, like the good, strong, tough man he is, he is bawling.

[identity profile] jadzialove.livejournal.com 2008-03-17 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Times like these, I really hate that there's nearly an entire world between us. Please give J a big hug from me (and I'm good at big hugs so make it a good one), then make him do the same for you.

For our part, on this side of the world, P and I will raise a glass (or two) tonight in honor of Min, a queen amongst cats (and probably people too).
Edited 2008-03-17 16:33 (UTC)

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2008-03-18 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a bit crappy. Hugs were exchanged, and several more besides. J has now decided that I need to make millions so we can open the Min Cat Cat Home for Wayward Kitties. I live with a crazy cat lady disguised as a big bloke. XXX