Well, the cat died.
Almost 8 years ago, Galli came to us from Carrie & Dave, whose loud awesomeness stressed her out, for a little break at a Quiet Gay Wonderland Spa. It took about two years for her to warm up to us and the gay lifestyle, but once she snapped out of her homophobia, she really blossomed into a man-lovin’ slut. She would hide all day, but when the lights got dim, there was nothing we could do to keep her out of our bed. Eventually, she even liked our guests.
The last couple months have been pretty tough. She’d been declining and there’s nothing quite like stepping into puddles of cat piss in the middle of the night, as she stopped making it to the litter box, which caused the poor thing great shame. She also went from about 13 chubby pounds to 5 pounds and wasn’t much more than a hairy wisp of a skeleton. It was tough to see.
We will miss her very much. She was the ying to our yang, but I am also very relieved that we’ll be sick-cat free for awhile given everything else that has been going on… as a matter of fact, my next rock band is going to be called “SICK CAT FREE”.
Godspeed sweet Galli! May our lilac bloom more profusely with you joining it in the circle of life.