Fergus the Siamese kitten (or ragdoll kitten? or Birman kitten? still not sure) just hit the 6-month mark. And he is really growing into his smouldering good looks. Just this week, he developed black eyeliner around those pretty blue eyes of his, and his face and ears get darker each day, while his belly and back remain a pretty cream color.
He also seems just absolutely huge to me. He rarely sits still long enough to be weighed (we put him on the scale and he jumps right off), but he is as tall as Sinead the Boston terrier. Granted, she is an extraordinarily small dog. But there was a time in the not-so-distant past when he was the smaller of the two. I even have photographic proof.
Sinead didn't like having kittens around, as you can see. But I digress.
All of that growing Fergus is doing takes a lot of energy. And as a result, Fergus does a whole lot of sleeping. He pauses in his nap habits for food and play and cuddles. But he spends most of his time crashed out just like this.
Case in point: My community had an epic thunderstorm this week that shook the windows, bounced our dishes and knocked out power for 12 hours. Fergus slept through the entire thing. He can hear, mind you. But when he is asleep, he is asleep.
So on that note, we'll leave him to his naps.
And I'd like to pause and thank everyone who shared Panda's story last week. And I'd also like to thank everyone who reached out to me for updates. I've been a little silent about the whole thing, mainly because I have very bad news.
After Panda's recheck and bloodwork, he went downhill. His eyes, his gums and the inside of his ears turned a bright shade of yellow. He started foaming at the mouth due to nausea. And then he started looking for places to hide. I found him deep in the closet one night when I went looking for him. He didn't want us to touch him or pet him. He wanted to go.
So my husband took him to the shelter, and we let him go. I'm happy he spent the last few days of his life in a real home with me, and I will always consider him a member of the menagerie. But I am taking this loss very, very hard. And it's prompting a few changes I'll discuss a little later this week. I've discovered compassion fatigue is real. And I have a bad case.
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