My dear, sweet, roly-poly, beastly Mojo has to be put to sleep. She ate a ribbon or yarn or something and her intestines are bunched up. Surgery would be at least $700.
I love this cat so much. I've had her nearly her whole life, for 4 years. She slept on my pillow when she was as big as my hand, and continued to sleep on my pillow when she was bigger than my head. When I had her declawed, she made me decide not to do that to another cat ever again. She's afraid of the vacuum. She likes sleeping on a pillow up high, on a shelving unit where Nathan keeps his clothes. She's a bully sometimes--she'll sit on Suki and make her move from a sleeping spot. She was always fat, roly-poly and round and wonderful. She walked on us in the night with her sharp, dainty feet and made us complain. She liked to sit in the corner by the door. She'd roll over on her back like she wanted a belly rub then bite my hand when I rubbed her belly. She was a vulture over Jesse once when he passed out drunk on the bathroom floor. She's jealous, and when I brush Suki, Mojo always comes over to get brushed too. Toad made Mojo a kitten again. Mojo doesn't like new places or new things. She didn't like Toad much when Toad first joined us. Mojo gets stressed when she's out of her comfort zone. One Christmas, she picked out all her fur under her front legs and in patches around her body because I'd taken her to my parents' and there were so many little kids around.
She's my baby, my Little Beast. I love her, and I'm going to miss her. It's breaking my heart. I have to tell Nathan tonight, and I know he'll be upset. He won't get to say goodbye.
I'm going to go cuddle her now, and brush her, swing around a string for her to play with, and work on saying goodbye.
I love this cat so much. I've had her nearly her whole life, for 4 years. She slept on my pillow when she was as big as my hand, and continued to sleep on my pillow when she was bigger than my head. When I had her declawed, she made me decide not to do that to another cat ever again. She's afraid of the vacuum. She likes sleeping on a pillow up high, on a shelving unit where Nathan keeps his clothes. She's a bully sometimes--she'll sit on Suki and make her move from a sleeping spot. She was always fat, roly-poly and round and wonderful. She walked on us in the night with her sharp, dainty feet and made us complain. She liked to sit in the corner by the door. She'd roll over on her back like she wanted a belly rub then bite my hand when I rubbed her belly. She was a vulture over Jesse once when he passed out drunk on the bathroom floor. She's jealous, and when I brush Suki, Mojo always comes over to get brushed too. Toad made Mojo a kitten again. Mojo doesn't like new places or new things. She didn't like Toad much when Toad first joined us. Mojo gets stressed when she's out of her comfort zone. One Christmas, she picked out all her fur under her front legs and in patches around her body because I'd taken her to my parents' and there were so many little kids around.
She's my baby, my Little Beast. I love her, and I'm going to miss her. It's breaking my heart. I have to tell Nathan tonight, and I know he'll be upset. He won't get to say goodbye.
I'm going to go cuddle her now, and brush her, swing around a string for her to play with, and work on saying goodbye.
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