This past weekend we had to put our beloved kitty, Lulu, down. She hadn’t eaten or drank anything for a week, and after blood tests and X-rays were inconclusive, the only remaining options were very expensive and not even guaranteed of curing her. We are very sad. She was a good sweet cat and not even four years old yet. She was just starting to turn into a cuddly lap cat. Things hadn’t been easy for her, going from being an “only child” to having all the attention that used to be bestowed on her going to a shrieking hairless “kitten” that rapidly outstripped her in size, strength and intelligence. It must have been terrifying for her, and disheartening. Despite that, she was very tolerant of Milo for the most part. I hope she can forgive us for our shortcomings as “parents”, and that she is happy wherever she is. Goodbye, Lulu.

Our kitty has been having a rough time. She has gone from being the focus of our affection to playing second fiddle to a screaming hairless kitten that seemingly came out of nowhere. She tries to be good, and has shown big-sisterly instincts towards Milo: She comes over and mewls in sympathy when he’s crying, and likes to rub up against him and lick his head when she can get away with it. But I can tell that she’s struggling to cope. We don’t play with her nearly as much as we used to, and we have less patience for her screen-clawing and ankle-nipping. But we still love her.