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The WBC (World's Best Cat).

It's a cool and grey day here in Atlanta after yesterday's storms, and I'm glad. There's been so much since my entry just after midnight. I almost said yesterday, but that was just after midnight. Anyway, I'm not going to try to write it down. Not here. Not how. Maybe later. This morning, Spooky and I treated each other to breakfast at the Flying Biscuit in Candler Park, and then we spent two or three hours sorting through thousands of photographs, looking for Sophie. I'd intended to narrow it down ten. Instead, I narrowed it down to eighteen. What the frell. It's my journal. She was "my" cat. And they're all behind the cut, besides. The space behind the cut is effectively infinite. We're talking about doing a permanent Sophie page on the new website. We'll see. We just got back from picking up her ashes. We've not yet decided what we'll do with them. Appropriate things. I'm so tired. Spooky talked to Jada this afternoon, and Jada said that the vet at the Birmingham Human Society, back in '90, estimated her age as 1-6 years old when we adopted her, which means she was between seventeen and twenty-two when she died. It seems appropriate that her origins are shrouded in mystery. I bet she was a hell of a kitten. Okay. Not gonna be maudlin. Really, I just want to sleep. Anyway, here are the photos. They are presented in no particular order:

March '95, in the Carriage House, Athens, GA. Sophie on David's lap.

November '01, in Liberty House 304, Birmingham, AL. Spooky and Sophie.

March '95, in the Carriage House, Athens, GA. Sophie with David, Matthew, and Poppy.

Date uncertain (August '97-August '01), Liberty House 303, Birmingham. Sophie's about 12 feet above the floor here. It was a favourite spot to lurk.

I think this was 1997. Sophie asleep in a window at the Carriage House. Lousy photo, but she loved sleeping in that window, so I wanted to use it.

Sometime Summer '94. Not long after I moved from B'ham to the Carriage House. There was this big patch of wild violets out front that Sophie loved to sleep in.

Again, date uncertain. Likely '95. In the Carriage House, Sophie was convinced the toilet was her personal drinking fountain.

Late in '98 or sometime in '99. I'm there in background. Liberty House 303. Photo by Rachelle Perin.

November '98 (I think). Liberty House 303. Sophie loved to sleep in half-packed (or half unpacked) suitcases.

March '03. Kirkwood, Atlanta, GA.

Sometime in '98. Liberty House 303. Sophie and Peruvian lilies.

?Spring '00, Liberty House 303. Sophie loved sleeping in (and eating) corn-starch and styrofoam peanuts. She could not be disuaded, but never seemed to suffer ill effects.

Late spring '03. Kirkwood. She loved that old gardening bench.

20 December 2005. Candler Park. Grumpy face.

December 2004. Candler Park. Sophie snoozing on the alpaca throw that Spooky's mom sent me for Solstice.

27 October 2005. Sophie sleeping in Spooky's sewing room.

5 November 2005. Freedom Park. Me napping while Sophie stands guard.

16 October 2005. In Spooky's sewing room, Sophie employing an antique photo album as a pillow.

I do want to say thank you, very sincerely thank you, to everyone who's offered herhisit's condolences today. And thanks to Jada and Bill and Poppy and Katharine. And thanks, too, to Dr. Rachel Mathes, Sophie's vet at Pets Are People, Too (Ansley Park) and to Paws, Whiskers, and Wags (Decatur), the crematorium which took care of Sophie's remains. You have all helped so much. Thank you.

I feel like there are so many things I ought to say. But if I got started, I'd never frelling stop. Like, I want to talk about how, the last few months, she developed a distinctive love of music, especially Moby, This Mortal Coil, Legendary Pink Dots, and the Cocteau Twins. Or her days as a mighty huntress. Or her habit of flipping pages in books to get our attention. But I'd be here forever, and I'd get maudlin, and I will not do that. I think Spooky's going to post more photos in her LJ (humglum) a little later on. I need to rest now.


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Jun. 13th, 2006 08:48 pm (UTC)
I am so sorry about your lovely cat. We had to say goodbye to our elderly moggy last week. It's bloody hard.
Jun. 13th, 2006 08:53 pm (UTC)
What a beautiful kitty! I love the photo of her sleeping in the window. :)
Jun. 13th, 2006 08:59 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry to hear of your loss. She certainly lived a mighty span, though!

I had a cat named Candy when I was younger who...didn't pass on so much as transcended the mortal bodily, like a small, orange and white Jesus. One day she was there, and the next...who knows? Conservative estimates put her at 26 when she finally went wherever the heck she went. That cat was five years older than me. And she really liked Ministry. Old Ministry. With Sympathy.
Jun. 13th, 2006 09:08 pm (UTC)
I'm so sorry, Caitlin...
Jun. 13th, 2006 09:10 pm (UTC)
my condolences
Jun. 13th, 2006 09:11 pm (UTC)
The kitty. :(

Sorry, I've got no words.
Jun. 13th, 2006 09:12 pm (UTC)
What a love. Thank you for sharing these with us.
Jun. 13th, 2006 09:16 pm (UTC)
Looks like a fabulous feline who lived a rich life. All of the photos show so much personality. :)
Jun. 13th, 2006 09:37 pm (UTC)
My cat died a little over a year ago, very unexpected and very fast. She was loved even by my father in law who hates cats. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about how cute and wonderful, if a little mischevous she was. No matter what you were doing, she was convinced that spending time with her was obviously more important.

I am very sorry for your loss. Sophie sounded like a wonderful companion.
Jun. 13th, 2006 09:37 pm (UTC)
I am so very sorry for your loss.
Jun. 13th, 2006 09:42 pm (UTC)
The wonderful thing about cats is that they have the remarkable ability to sleep everywhere and anytime the mood strikes them, and it strikes quite a bit.

One of our cats, Isis, loves to climb into suitcases as well. Doesn't matter who owns the suitcase, just get out of her way and leave her alone with her new home.

I'd offer the usual 'sorry' but I find it hard to say sorry when you were gifted with a loyal friend for such a long time in your life. I keep telling myself that when I lose a friend (pet). We lost both dogs at my parents house this year, brother and sister and they were sixteen.
Jun. 13th, 2006 09:42 pm (UTC)
I'm so sorry. She is a beautiful feline.
Jun. 13th, 2006 09:44 pm (UTC)
cat souls are older than human souls

they only sleep so much because they are busy with the inner workings of the universe. she just needed some rest.

you're in my thoughts...lynchie said she is gonna pick up the slack.
Jun. 13th, 2006 09:56 pm (UTC)
What an awesome cat Sophie was. I'm really sorry for your loss.
Jun. 13th, 2006 09:59 pm (UTC)
My condolences are inadequate: my late cat White-Ears was an orange sister of Sophie's, and your pictures made me realize how badly words didn't help when she died. All I can do is offer support: I know the package I sent off today won't help much, but I hope that it helps at least a little.
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