Early Morning Open Thread: Farewell, Nash

From commentor Neil in Rochester, MN:

I had my 17 1/2-year-old kitty put down today. I’m just numb right now, which allows me to even do this. But I must thank the commenters who shared with me last night.
I’ve always been a cat person. I certainly like dogs, but cats, with their character and presence (I call it “cattitude” and “catmosphere”) are just more my speed.
Growing up in the 70s my family had a couple of cats. And, like most cats of the time, they were outdoor kitties, and they lived hard and died young. I loved those two cats, but I’ve since concluded that it’s different when you’re a kid. Once you grow up and actually have to actively care for and be responsible for an animal, the love goes up another level.
I went to college (intermittently) and business school (indifferently), and joined the working poor and moved around through the years. I wanted to get a cat for myself, but it was more than a decade post-high school before I felt I was in a living arrangement suited for one. Finally, in the spring of 1994, I was ready. I’d just moved into a nice, old, very cat-friendly apartment complex. My roommate at the time was good with it. And, as it happened, my workplace was not 20 feet from an animal shelter. You could literally walk out the front door, turn left and be inside after about 15 steps. So one day I did that.
I think we’ve actually come quite a ways, even in the past 15-20 years, as far as how we treat animals and what we know (science-wise) about caring for them. (Good to know that America has progressed in at least this one area.) I mention this because this shelter I visited, I have no idea if it was a no-kill shelter. I’m not sure no-kill shelters even existed in any significant number back then. So I just told myself that I was about to see a bunch of really cute kitties, most of which wouldn’t make it out of there. But mine would.
All the cats were sufficiently nice, and they generally displayed that survival reflex that makes them particularly adorable in such sad circumstances. I wanted to take them all, but I was only getting one, and there really wasn’t anything that made me want to take one over the others. I looked closely at one or two, but I still wasn’t certain.
Finally, I noticed the one cat who wasn’t making himself adorable. He just kept to himself in the back of his cage, uncertain, maybe even a bit fearful of getting noticed. He may well have been a feral someone picked up. Still he was tabby-ish, and mostly dark. I’d heard people gravitate towards lighter-colored cats. With his appearance and timid demeanor, I suddenly saw myself as this cat’s one chance to ever leave that shelter. So that’s how “this cat” became Nash, my kitty for 17 1/2 years.
I could tell you 100 things about Nash, but I’ve taken enough of your time. I’ll just say that for most of his life, it was just him and me. And yet, when others met him, how ever briefly, they genuinely felt affection for him. It was easy to like Nash. Easier to love him. He was just the best cat ever.
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Apparently while I was winning twitter and playing warcrack there was a thunderstorm, and I forgot about someone:

He is covered from head to toe in filth, soaking wet, chirping up a storm. I can’t decide whether to keep saying “Where have you been Tunch” in a fake concerned voice or to towel him off.

Tonight may be the night he cuts me good. But I can’t stop laughing.

Cat Bleg – Minneapolis Area

From commentor Edith:

I’m hoping you could post these photos of Louie. He started coming around in the spring. Of course we called all of the no-kill shelters, and of course, everybody is full. I’ve tried asking around to see if anyone is looking for a cat. I even offered him to our contractor, but no dice. We live in a neighborhood with a lot of strays, and we’ve had a few heart-breakers where the cat disappeared or died right as we were lining up a home. We normally we just leave food out and refuse to get attached because of this. Louie has ignored our efforts at keeping a distance, and he has clearly decided that we’re his rescuers. I often see him sitting on the brick fascia with his nose pressed against the window, looking longingly into the house. The problem is that we already have two, and one is quite elderly. There’s just no way we can take him, and he so clearly wants to have a home. I’m hoping a Balloon-Juicer in MN is willing to take him.
He’s very friendly; earlier in the summer he would sometimes get too excited if someone pet him too long, and he’d sometimes get a little nippy. This has disappeared with my husband, who spends more time with him than I do, and he’s getting better with me too. I’m pretty confident that once you take him home and give him time to feel safe, the behavior would go away entirely. I think he’d be o.k. with other cats, since we have one indoor/outdoor cat and he never bothers or hisses at her. I don’t know about dogs or kids since I’ve never seen him with either. He’s a pretty low-key guy though, so my guess is he’d be fine. We really like him, and we think he’d be a fantastic pet for someone.
He isn’t neutered. My husband and I are willing to take him to the vet, and pay for his neuter, initial work-up, and first vaccinations. We thought about taking him in to get a check-up so we could give a health status, but we’re afraid of traumatizing him to the point we wouldn’t be able to catch him again. He seems healthy enough, although a little rough around the edges. We’re also willing to deliver him within about a one hour radius of N. Mpls.

If you have a potential home for this good-looking (blue!) guy, email me at AnneLaurie@verizon.net — or click on my name near the top of the right-hand column — and I’ll link you up.

Panic Officially Over- The Yeti Has Been Sighted

God, I feel like a total drama queen. He’s been missing all day, but as soon as I post about it the fat bastard comes back. I didn’t post earlier because I didn’t want a panic, but by mid-day I was feeling pretty desperate and needed moral support. I found himself on the neighbors sidewalk in the shade, even though he was not there before. My best guess is the heat got to him and he had enough fun watching me walk all over town yelling “TUUUUUNCH” while jingling a food bowl, so he came out of the bushes he was hiding in. Now he’s all “What’s the big deal, fat man?:

He’s absolutely filthy, so once he eats and is hydrated, we have some heavy Furminator action that needs to be done. Look at these filthy paws:

I’m so glad he is home. I seriously thought I was going to have a panic attack.

Open Thread: Winning!

Remember the “little black creature with big ears and golden eyes” that was looking for a home recently? Here’s an update from commentor Ruemara on Kage-Basho:

There’s the little pair of monkeys. They hit it off right away, no hissing, no nothing. Takkun had been lonely when our advanced senior cat passed earlier this year, but even before, Smudge just wasn’t the playful kitten type. Now Takkun has a playmate and we have a new alternate kitten in case the new advanced senior cat cannot fulfill his duties. Kage has been wonderfully sweet, a purr monster, so in love he licks his cone. I can’t believe he wasn’t snapped up, so thank you, SacreBlue.
And now that I am flanked by kittens to the left and right as I play WoW, I have vibrating armrests.
PS: Kage Basho=Shadow Patch. It’s shorter than Takkun’s name: Otajamakushi Taifu or Tak-kun.