Goodbye to the Best Boy Ever

Holding hands

This fuzzy little man crossed the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. It was very early in the morning and we were with him when it happened. He lived to be over 19 years old and during his last week he had lots of cuddles, scratchies, porch naps, and cheese. I think he was a happy little man. We met when he was 6 years old and spent the next 13 years together. He was very vocal, loving, and demanding. He was really great at training humans.

I had never actually seen anything die before and it simply wasn't peaceful the way it's always portrayed in movies. It was terrible to see, but I am glad we were with him. We held him and talked to him until he completely let go.

I miss my little spoon, cuddle buddy, companion. He got up with me in the morning, greeted me when I came home, went outside when I went outside, and went to bed on my chest every night. The house is quiet now. No one is begging for cheese or lying under my feet. It's sort of lonely and strange.

I know he was just a cat, but I miss my little fuzzy man.

xoxo,

b

Nest making while waiting on me to finish taking a bath.

Taco night

I love you Whiskey Kitty.

Ah, Tardar Sauce!

I've developed an addiction and it's nerdy as can be.  I love Grumpy Cat cushions and looking at those little kitties.  They look so tiny compared to my kitty cat and their faces are so expressive.  I want to squeeze them, but they live in Arizona so I'll just continue to squeeze my own kitties.

I lived at Brooke's house once.  It was awful.

This is my new throw pillow.  I couldn't stop though, I ordered a couple more and I already know where they're going to live.

I will be calling this a throw pillow.

Something for the bed, to tie the room together.

I don't believe the kitty is grumpy, but I do believe it's very cute.

x's, o's, and kitty scratches,

Ms.b

Oops and Ouch

I injured myself.  I was moving forward just blasting through my many self imposed tasks and it all came to a super painful halt.  I'm told that I pinched the cartilage in my lower back and then it became inflamed and irritated.  It certainly does hurt and today is my first day back with the living since Sunday.  I was moving around stuff in the house to incorporate the future mister, finally re-working the stairwell (it's looking much better), and doing some test baking, but none of this is done because the pain was immense and I gave in.  What else to do?

This is what the stairwell area did look like.

This is an in progress shot of my little make over.  New paint does a lot.

The kitty rug that is now the side door's companion.  It was over sized, but it looks nice cut down.

Now a look at something I did without injuring myself; I hung a painting by Future Husband in an effort to incorporate him into the house and I did not sustain any injuries.

I'm still on the search for the ultimate vegan meringue and making efforts to bake a decent macaron.  Some of my new kitchen indulgences arrived this week, but I haven't been able to stand long enough to try them yet.  I'll hopefully get to that soon.  Foe now I need to make a follow up appointment for my malfunctioning back.