Loki has crossed the rainbow bridge

I know it's probably considered unmanly to be sad over a cat dying, but Loki was definitely a special little guy.  He was the kind of cat that basically forced his way into your heart (claws first, if acting cute didn't do the job) and stayed there.

He got sick not too long ago, he wouldn't eat or drink, and basically withered.  The same day he died, he seemed to recover massively... this concerned me, as I know that lots of animals will do this.  Later that afternoon, he died.

It's odd getting up in the mornings and not being tripped hello, only to look down and see his clearly amused blue eyes looking back up at me.  He was an awesome cat and will be sorely missed. :(

The continuing kitteh saga.

Oh god, here we go again.

Where the hell did these little guys come from?

The great kitteh drama

Well, not too long ago I found the following denizens outside my domicile:

These cute little guys were littered by the mother, a cat I called Mean Cat.  Yes, I use the past tense, because I found Mean Cat dead on my front lawn, and her kittens had been moved by her to my recycling can in my back yard.

Mean Cat is in the middle frame.

So, I was stuck with 5 kittens with a dead mother and no real way for me to take care of them.  Fortunately for them, there was another female who'd lost her only kitten around, one I call Snowflake.

She's taken 3 of them, and I think another feral female around here got the other 2.  I'll keep ya'll apprised as soon as I know something else.

For those that aren't familiar with them...

This is Plummet

...And this little ball of fury is Loki.

As you can see, the attitudes of the 2 furballs are quite different.

Brushing Loki

Brushing Loki

Given that he's a longhaired mixed breed (long haired alley cat?) Loki requires a fair amount of brushing.  Plummet, his mother, does not seem to mind this at all, she seems to enjoy it.  Loki, however is a moody little bastard at times, and at brushing times it's like rolling dice.  One never knows when snakeeyes is going to come up.

A typical Brushing Loki scene:

Me: Alright, fuzzball, c'mere.
Loki:  (Translated from body language, sounds, ear positions, and looks) Hell with that, I got some prime sleepin' to be doin'.
Me: I'm not giving you any choice here, bub.  I'm the top of the food chain.  So, you're coming with me.  *grabs Loki*
Loki: Alright, you're either gonna let me go or I'mma hafta fuck you up.
Me: This won't take long, you little shit.  *Commences brushing, sometimes he'll relent and even enjoy it... not this last time *
Loki: Converting to Furry Hand Grenade mode in 5...4...3...2...1...
Me: Holy shit! I'm bigger than you, dammit, and you're gonna get brushed!  No matter how many transfusions it requires!
Loki: You didn't learn your lesson? Ok, time to go to Furry Nuke mode in 5...4...3...2...1.

Needless to say, his little ass got brushed.... Anyone reading this have the blood type O-?  I think I could use a top off....