I collected Chenna's ashes today, exactly three weeks after she signed out. Three weeks. Gosh. I still think about her every day, because there is not one aspect of my life in this house that she wasn't a part of. She arrived as a cute and cantankerous kitten within weeks of me moving in, and … Continue reading Farewell, my devilcat
I got a bit of a shock today. Turns out I'm not so indestructible as I liked to believe. Bone marrow cancer. That's what I've got. The prognosis is "guarded" (which means "not good" is a helluva understatement). No options for treatment. Barely any options for management. I'm so anemic I could keel over at … Continue reading Diary of a DevilCat: This is Chenna, signing out
Instead of dreamy days in the sunshine, my Christmas involved pain and blood and terror. There is this Bullycat, you see, who is trying to take over my garden. He's mostly white, with bits of grey and black, and shaggy ears. Every day he can be found in my garden, mostly just passing through, his … Continue reading Diary of a Devilcat: Worst Christmas ever
It's been ages since I got to write a blog post. By the cat gods, Ellen can be so mean. You've all missed me, right? But I suppose life has been same old same old... Eat. Sleep. Scratch. Growl. Actually, I've been doing a lot of growling. Ellen's developed this incredibly annoying habit of inviting … Continue reading Diary of a devilcat: Eat. Sleep. Scratch. Growl.
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