the boys (excerpts)
For many years, I lived with two amazing and loving cats named Simon and Tucker.
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After Tucker passed away, I knew Simon was going to need lots of extra love and attention, but even though I work out of home, meaning that I'm here all the time, it just wasn't enough. He fell into depression that seemed to worsen with each passing week.
(June 16, 2007)
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A cat on the lap is a happy cat indeed.
(May 16, 2007)
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I definitely use T.P. Apparently, Simon uses T.P. as well.
(March 14, 2007)
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It is said that duct-tape has a million and one uses; I've discovered the extra 'one' everyone refers to.
(March 11, 2007)
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No more bloody toes, no more itch, itch, itch. No more pain. No more FWUMP!!!!?
(March 9, 2007)
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I just can't help the feeling that all of this is connected. But how? The vet doesn't seem to think that's the case. He can't find any medical evidence linking it all.
(March 3, 2007)
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Underneath the photo, as a caption, I almost typed "Same mom, different dads."
(December 30, 2006)
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"You may own a cat but cannot govern one." - Kate Sanborn.
(December 21, 2006)
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Who does he think he's kidding? "You like the taste of ear wax and you lick your own ass! I'm sorry, but your credibility in regard to good verses bad taste is shot."
(November 22, 2006)
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Goodbyes are sad, but this isn't meant to be a sad post. It is meant to be a celebration of the life of a good friend.
(November 2, 2006)
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I'm not sure what I'm more sad about. My loss, or Simon's. I think Simon's loss is worse than mine, and I'm worried about that - but I'll do everything I can to help Simon get through it. And I suppose that, without even knowing it, he'll help me too.
(October 29, 2006)
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I wish I knew what to say, but I don't.
(October 28, 2006)
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I thought it was cute when I caught Simon peeking behind the curtains to see if Tuck was hiding back there, but now, Simon is lying in Tucker's favorite spot, looking sad. That pretty much sums up this day.
(October 28, 2006)
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I'm thankful to live only three blocks from a vet, but the walk felt ten times further when I returned with an empty cat carrier. And the empty cat carrier sits on my dresser because I don't have the heart to put it back in storage.
(October 27, 2006)
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I sat down. I got up. When I returned, my seat was taken.
(September 7, 2006)
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"Money is like cat food. It's something with value. An asset. No, wait - that's not it. How about this... Money is what I trade to get your cat food."
(June 27, 2006)
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After lint-rolling my sweater for what must be the billionth time, only to find Tucker sitting smugly on the couch, well... I had an idea. OK, it was a stupid idea, but it was an idea nonetheless.
(January 30, 2006)
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It never occurred to me to check if anybody was in the litter box.
(November 27, 2005)
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Poor Tucker. You can see the sadness on his little fuzzy face. It'll all be over soon buddy! I promise! A new home with even better windows awaits.
(October 18, 2005)
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Is it any wonder that my pets are disturbed?
(August 27, 2005)
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That ain't right.
(August 14, 2005)
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This is why I'm not a parent. If he were a kid instead of a cat and had a voice that obnoxious, I'd have to tell him... "You really shouldn't talk. Other kids have nice voices. But you? Not so much."
(April 28, 2005)
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This morning, the circling started at 7:10. "Oh come ON Simon! Not Yet." And that's when it happened.
(April 22, 2005)
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"Huh! This. Huh! Sucks. Huh! I. Huh! Was. Huh! Planning. Huh! To. Huh! Puke. Huh! Over. Huh! There. Huh! Dammit. Huh!"
(March 17, 2005)
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Picture Tuck sitting on top of that dresser when somebody walks by to throw something away. This, of course, demands his attention - which means he leans in to see what's going on, and occasionally gets hit in the nose with the trash can lid as it pops open.
(March 7, 2005)
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Once upon a time, life was good. At least, that's the way my cats would have you believe.
(February 2, 2005)
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I see them look at me and stare as if I have no clue they question my intellect. And thus, we find ourselves locked into some sort of Mexican standoff - which, by the way, is a term I've never understood.
(January 11, 2005)
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Ahh, the good life: Two quick shots of Tucker soaking up the sun that shines through our loft's huge windows.
(January 5, 2005)
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It's pretty obvious that Tucker rules the roost around here, and that Simon is his bitch. Sadly, it's true.
(December 22, 2004)
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I don't like to vomit. OK, that's putting it mildly. I *HATE* to vomit. Tucker just accepts it as a necessary function, and Simon shares his with the world.
(November 11, 2004)
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I've been told that Simon looks just like Nancy Reagan. I've assembled the evidence. You be the judge.
(October 26, 2004)
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Reason #432784346784 Why I Will Someday Have Some Explaining To Do.
(July 29, 2004)
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One new cat-bed plus one old dirty shirt equals total cuteness.
(June 3, 2004)
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The sun had long set before he laid down for a good night's sleep. Why does he always put off sleep as if there is something else that must be done? Whatever it is - it can wait...
(May 21, 2004)
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