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Cats and basses

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I’ve really enjoyed everyone’s pictures and descriptions of your cats. I had no idea!

Artemis, the same cat that likes to caress (scent mark) my basses as seen in the video also grooms me at night in bed . She licks the backs of my hands and fingers with that rough little cat tongue which I find oddly relaxing and calming. Also 45 years of constant gigging sometimes has my hands and knuckles hurting a bit and this really helps, not to mention how soft it makes my skin feel!

My wife does not like the feeling of being groomed at all but Artemis has learned not
To offer this service to her.
 
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Couldn't find her with a bass but dangit I'm gonna post her anyway, she was an awesome cat. We got her at 11. She was the house cat at the vet's office. I took my prior cat in for a routine checkup, and this one leaps into my lap and demands to be petted. When that cat passed suddenly a few months later, we adopted this tortie. She was awesome with my boy during the toddler years. Super patient. But had a chronic sinus infection and there was snot everywhere below the wainscotting for 3 months after she died. And she had IBS and her poop was so acrid - not just stink, it literally made your eyes water to scoop the liter box.

We had to put her down on the day of my son's 6th birthday party. I couldn't even be with her when the time came because I had to hold my boy - he was hysterical he was so distraught.
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Couldn't find her with a bass but dangit I'm gonna post her anyway, she was an awesome cat. We got her at 11. She was the house cat at the vet's office. I took my prior cat in for a routine checkup, and this one leaps into my lap and demands to be petted. When that cat passed suddenly a few months later, we adopted this tortie. She was awesome with my boy during the toddler years. Super patient. But had a chronic sinus infection and there was snot everywhere below the wainscotting for 3 months after she died. And she had IBS and her poop was so acrid - not just stink, it literally made your eyes water to scoop the liter box.

We had to put her down on the day of my son's 6th birthday party. I couldn't even be with her when the time came because I had to hold my boy - he was hysterical he was so distraught.
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That’s a tough one. Likely to be some trauma for you all from that. Sounds like she was a great cat though.
 
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My wife and I have had lots of pets through the years. We currently have a number of cats and one little dog, all adoptees who grew up together in our home...

Saying goodbye is always heart breaking, and since we tend to live longer, saying goodbye is inevitable. But now in our later years, we've taken on a different mindset. So much better for them, that we have to say goodbye to them, rather than them having to say goodbye to us.

As independent as pets can be, they still really depend on us for everything. We provide them with a stable comfortable home and healthy food, we provide them with play, exercise and excursions, we provide them with medical care when they need it, and we provide them with love, comfort and as much as possible, freedom from pain, for their whole lives. That's really the way it should be.
 
Ah found it - a poem for April (the one in the pic above)

Wicked sharp claws and horrible teeth.
Eyes that see in the dark while you sleep.
Vile streams of chemicals shoot from its nose,
the stench it emits will curdle your toes.
A predator fearsome, wicked and cruel.
The flesh of small creatures, its only craved fuel.
This fearsome monster lurks under his bed,
but my boy will shed tears on the day that she's dead.​

She was an absolute sweetheart. I told him "monsters are all about habitat, and very territorial. Since we already have a monster under your bed who adores you, that piece of prime real estate has already been claimed and they'll look elsewhere. We never had a problem with that particular childhood phobia.
 
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Ah found it - a poem for April (the one in the pic above)

Wicked sharp claws and horrible teeth.
Eyes that see in the dark while you sleep.
Vile streams of chemicals shoot from its nose,
the stench it emits will curdle your toes.
A predator fearsome, wicked and cruel.
The flesh of small creatures, its only craved fuel.
This fearsome monster lurks under his bed,
but my boy will shed tears on the day that she's dead.​

She was an absolute sweetheart. I told him "monsters are all about habitat, and very territorial. Since we already have a monster under your bed who adores you, that piece of prime real estate has already been claimed and they'll look elsewhere. We never had a problem with that particular childhood phobia.
French speaking here but what a beautiful and funny poem!

You could make a song out of it.