It Was the Best of TImes, It Was the Worst of Times
It's been nice. I've been able to hang with Chunky.
I got a lot done on my to-do list.
Dr. Mad Scientist got a job.
I got to experience the New Jersey Judicial System from the other side (maybe a separate post on that later).
But today is a very, very sad day.
Today we say goodbye to a beloved member of our family.
Springs the cat.
He's been becoming pretty frail, and in the past three weeks has really declined. He's not the cat we know and love. We decided it was time to say goodbye and have scheduled him an appointment late this afternoon.
We adopted Springs as an adult cat from a coworker, S, in Michigan. Her husband had always been allergic to cats, but could tolerate them well enough.
However, as time went on, his feline induced allergy/asthma got worse, and as he was an EMT/firefighter, breathing clearly was kind of an important part of his job!*
I'll always remember the day S brought Springs to come live with us. About a year and a half prior we had admired her sleek, playful, long Bengalese cat at the baby shower for Chunky that my coworkers hosted for me at her house.
He explored our Michigan apartment checking out the lay of the land. I had a garden statue of a pig I used to keep our closet door open and I remember him stopping, arching and hissing at it.
Mr. McDoodle (one of his many names) had quite an amazing life.
I remember, with great apprehension, the idea of moving from Michigan to Texass with him and Squeaky.
He and Squeaky did pretty well. And Bengal cats, while normally very vocal (you could have a full "conversation" with him), are even MORE vocal in the car!
By the time we moved to New Jersey we were old pros at moving with cats. However, while we were holed up in our hotel in southern New Jersey while we tried to find a place to live, there was one day where he slipped out the hotel door.
We discovered that he was gone pretty quick, and so Dr. Mad Scientist went to look for him. He discovered Springsy chilling in a room a few doors down with the cleaning staff.
That hotel experience is also where we opened the door (because we had no choice!) of letting him sleep in the bed with us at night. In Michigan we would close the bedroom door at night and he was OK with it. However, when we tried to do that in New Jersey, he knew what he was missing, and we were weak and let him in!
In addition to being a lap whore, he also had that habit of blanket humping that some cats seem to do (even though they're fixed!). Many a night I awoke to the rhythmic kneading of pokey cat paws on my legs as he got down to business with his favorite afghan (a hot pink and blue acrylic nightmare that my grandma made me when I was around Chunky's age).
I joked to Dr. Mad Scientist in 2008 that if Moochie was born with a cat tail, we would know who his real father was.
You could always count on my sweet Old Man Cat for a good snuggle be it on the couch watching TV or in bed reading.
That's where Dr. Mad Scientist will miss him the most. He likes to read, grade papers, play DS in bed and Springs is always there with him. Or in the mornings, when I wake Dr. MS up, you could bet that Springs would spring into action and lie on top of him, pinning him down and sapping his motivation to get out of bed to go to work.
I dubbed this phenomenon "Lazy Man Society" with Dr. MS and Springs sharing the presidency. Perhaps Lazy Man Society even had a theme song.
Lazy Man Society!
Lazy Man Society!
We only get up when we have to pee!
Springs was also amazing with the boys. Somewhere, and I can't for the life of me find it, there is a picture of Springs sleeping in Chunky's crib with him.
I will admit, as McDoodle became and Old Man Cat, he got a little grouchier with kids.
When Moochie was still in that not-quite-crawling-but-flailing-around-on-the-floor phase, I caught Springs nipping him once. But despite this, he tolerated the occasional todder-tail pull quite well.
In fact, it kind of saddens me that I don't think Moochie will be old enough to remember Springs. I think back to my first memories, and I was a little bit older than he is today.
You might also remember that Springs was quite the connesieur of crafts and yarn.
Be it modeling my handknits...
That's his aforementioned "girlfriend" afghan he's posing on.
To huffing yarn/knit items...
To even helping me with my sewing patterns.
So finally, if you've made it through this therapeutic rambling of mine--
Farewell my sweet little kitty cat. We will miss you so much and our laps will be cold and lonely without you.
* S also had a son that was a year and a half older than Chunky at the time. When he was little he never showed any type of pet allergies, however as he got older and would visit other people's cats, he too seemed to be like his dad in reacting to them. This made me feel better about adopting Springs!