20Sep20: a reluctant head butt…

Boop! (Thank you, my kitty!)

19Sep20: Enough!

Andy enjoys a face rub no less than any proper cat, but he also lets me know when he’s had enough!

18Sep20: restless…

Andy starts off like this…

….ends upside down, well his head anyway!

That’s his tongue sticking out. Hee! Hee! I woke him up when I laughed. No more sleeping kitty boy photos today!





17Sep20: midnight snack, if he can catch it…

Andy is alert to…

…something buzzing behind the stacked carriers. (I hope he catches the miserable $&T@!)

16Sep20: a late supper and a nap….

I overslept tonight. Andy is very aware of that, and he put a little claw into his usual pat on my leg to let me know I am neglecting this important moment!

Incredulous! Andy can’t believe I’ve not running to the kitchen to fix yummy kitty food. (I’m watching him closely in case he needs to add more claw to his demands.)

I barely move and Andy is on his way to the kitchen! He didn’t leave any food tonight. 




15Sep20: Andy amuses himself…

Hint! Hint! Just in case I don’t figure it out that Andy wants to play, he puts on a sad little self-play episode. We played wand toys games after this, then we both had naps.

13Sep20: ‘nipped out…

The last batch of catnip is especially strong. After hogging it up, Andy played “bottle cap hockey” and “string wand toy” games with considerable enthusiasm. Poor little ‘nipper is tuckered out! Too bad because there are still too many flies this season, and it seems 90% decided to spend the rest of their nasty little lives here in my home. (I shall kill them with as much enthusiasm as a cat on extra potent ‘nip. Andy misses out on the fun!)


The news from the western states this year is especially sad because of the fires changing – or taking – lives. It makes me especially sad, too, to note Lavinia Ross reports Abby, her and Rick’s 18 year old kitty girl, has passed. My heart and love goes out to the Ross family. The Rosses are close to one of the Oregon fires – 10 miles away as of the 12th – but may have to evacuate to safety, if they have already by the time you read this. They are off line now, so messages of condolence or concern can’t be acknowledged immediately. These are desperate and concerning times.

12Sep20: restless…

Andy is restless.

What to do?

Frasier reruns? Sad but true so I brought out the string wand toy and Andy and I had a proper cat entertainment! 

11Sep20: “This makes it real….”

The call last Saturday came during my post dialysis nap. Something-something-something-Dougy-can-pick-it-up. I wasn’t awake and the call came too late in the day for me to call back for verification. I already had the sympathy card and the sad tin of Dougy’s ashes. Why was I being called to pick up his ashes again? Was that the message?

Thanks to a weekend and a holiday, the earliest I could find out what I was picking up was after the next round of dialysis, late Tuesday morning.

It turned out to be the paw print piece above. When the receptionist handed it to me, I broke down. Regaining composure, I said, “This makes it real….” Sweet, wee Dougy is dead. 


In the photo above, Dougy watches Andy come over to the back door to watch the birds in the fir and apple trees in the backyard. The little red chair was my mother’s when she was a child. 

Douglas James Thomas, “Dougy” – 1 July 2011-15 July 2020