You recently learned here about the passing of my friend Deborah’s cat Serena. She was one of the three cats Deborah took to Paris, which was related by Deborah in an earlier post.
It was a sad time for Deborah, and Charles, Serena’s best cat buddy and half brother, had a time getting used to her being gone. It never is an easy time, as anyone who’s been through loss of a pet knows, but we sometimes forget our animal friends also have to deal with the passing of a companion. Charles had a tough time of it.
Deborah sent me this update on how she and her kitty boys are getting along after the passing of Serena. Since many of you sent condolences, I asked her if I could share it with you.
Charles made a heroic effort to wrestle me from my bed today. It is rainy and grey and I have to grind chicken for their cat food (as a four decades plus vegetarian this is not something I exactly enjoy). Anyway, he did his circling, meowing and paws to the face many times over the course of a couple of hours before he successfully pried me into an upright position.
He then has to watch me do my morning duties including washing dishes and making coffee. He was especially frenetic with his cries this morning. You may recall he is the Spokescat because the others — well not Serena anymore — let him harass me for food while they swoop in as soon as it is served. I finally placed it on the floor and he went to his litter box to do his business, then sat on my lap without even eating any. It is the principle of the thing with him. Cats get fed as early in the morning as they can arrange to be served. Period.
Of course now he is asleep on my lap. Cats like to have their servant standing by in case they wake up and require something.
The chicken awaits me, alas. I freeze enough for about a month so these days are only once a month. I discovered both Charles and André like butternut squash! Who would have thought? André comes around when I have something he fancies (cheese for certain) and he came round to beg some squash yesterday. So I hope they will like it in their food as I have roasted a half of one. Sometimes they turn up their nose at a batch.
Deborah sent this note to let me know I could use the text above. She included a new photo. Made me cry.
I like your post and it is good to know Charles’ process is recognized. He is having a restless morning meowing up at André in his bed on top of the bookcase. I guess he still misses the companionship. While he and André are also half siblings, they don’t snuggle at all. I’m not sure if it is because they are both males or because André is sable.