Welcome to the weekly meme that celebrates the wonders and sometime hilarity of cats! Join us by posting a favorite LOL cat pic you may have come across, famous cat art or even share with us pics of your own beloved cat(s). It’s all for the love of cats! Enjoy!
This week, I bring you lolcats who played significant roles in illustrating skeptical and logical fallacy posts elsewhere on this blog and others. The top three are my own wonderful beasts, unfortunately no longer with us but who I remember fondly for bringing me such joy on dark days. The last two were stock images taken from cheezburger.com and personally captioned. Here I celebrate the lives of three of my furbabies with a touch of the skeptical outlook, and hope for the future…
Well, I kind of saw this coming, but our oldest cat, officially named Nedaulec, better known as Gumbyman, was put to sleep this last Saturday morning in a final act of release from further suffering from his many infirmities, including renal failure at his advanced age.
Gumby was our last surviving Katrina refugee, found in a kennel in New Orleans abandoned with some of his ‘lady friends.’ Neutered only two weeks before we got him from an animal rescue service, he spent many good years with us in a life of relative peace and relaxation.
We’ll always remember him as a really sweet old fella with his grouch-face and his abundantly fluffy tail, the favorite plaything of Mr. Eccles…
You’re gone, ‘old man,’ but hardly forgotten…
Here are some of his best moments…
Yesterday was a time of both joy and sorrow. It was both my birthday and the day we forever lost my furend for many years, our cat Misty, or as I called her, mah Mistykins, taken by cancer which was filling her lungs with fluids, and making it progressively difficult to breathe.
Even though she’s gone, I still catch myself taking a glance at the small refrigerator by my desk, almost expecting to see her there curled up and sleeping on top of it.
Well, I suppose she is sleeping — forever — and no amount of wishful thinking about a fanciful afterlife will bring her back.
The energy content of her body shall return to the cosmos from which it came, the atoms of her body dissociated and given back to nature, the flow of matter shifted elsewhere, perhaps leading to yet new life somewhere else — new life — but no, not hers…
No teh Mistykins is gone, but our memories of her, as her old playful, friendly, and nosy self, shall live on.
Goodbye, Miss Mistopheles, you are missed.