Ghost. R.I.P.
Jan. 23rd, 2025 07:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crazychicknladyWe lost our big, fluffy, grey cat, Ghost a few months back. I was wrecked.
He was one of the 2 kittens we got in the summer of 2020. We often say he and his brother were the only good things to come out of 2020. He loved his brushies, and would sometimes wait till I got up to eagerly lead me to the box with his brushes. He had the loudest purr as a kitten, and it seemed like he grew into it as he got bigger. He always purred enthusiastically during brushies.
He was a quarter Maine Coon on his father's side, with gorgeous eyes he got from his mother. We decided they must be from his mother, because his brother, Shadow, a short haired black cat, has the exact same eyes.
We got the kittens from my daughter's ex-roomate's brother's ex-roomate. That always amuses me to say.
We called him our proximity cat, because he often preferred to hang out a foot or two away from the humans. But, he was almost always in the room with us, unless he was sacked out on the bed or guarding the hallway.
I was his favorite, though, so he'd often sit near enough to me to get vigorous scritchies. One time, I was laying in bed, and while M was in the shower, Ghost climbed onto me and settled down for pets and purrs. He stayed for the length of the shower. As soon as the water turned off he got down, as if he didn't want any witnesses to his unusual display of affection.
A couple of weeks after Ghost died, we got two new kittens. They were the other daughter's co-worker's porch kittens.
I never thought anything could fill the void left by Ghost, and there is likely to always be a sadness there for the decade of time we never had together, but Magic Missile and Fireball are doing a damn good job.
He was one of the 2 kittens we got in the summer of 2020. We often say he and his brother were the only good things to come out of 2020. He loved his brushies, and would sometimes wait till I got up to eagerly lead me to the box with his brushes. He had the loudest purr as a kitten, and it seemed like he grew into it as he got bigger. He always purred enthusiastically during brushies.
He was a quarter Maine Coon on his father's side, with gorgeous eyes he got from his mother. We decided they must be from his mother, because his brother, Shadow, a short haired black cat, has the exact same eyes.
We got the kittens from my daughter's ex-roomate's brother's ex-roomate. That always amuses me to say.
We called him our proximity cat, because he often preferred to hang out a foot or two away from the humans. But, he was almost always in the room with us, unless he was sacked out on the bed or guarding the hallway.
I was his favorite, though, so he'd often sit near enough to me to get vigorous scritchies. One time, I was laying in bed, and while M was in the shower, Ghost climbed onto me and settled down for pets and purrs. He stayed for the length of the shower. As soon as the water turned off he got down, as if he didn't want any witnesses to his unusual display of affection.
A couple of weeks after Ghost died, we got two new kittens. They were the other daughter's co-worker's porch kittens.
I never thought anything could fill the void left by Ghost, and there is likely to always be a sadness there for the decade of time we never had together, but Magic Missile and Fireball are doing a damn good job.
