This is Tessie.
I got her and her littermates as kittens from a vineyard worker in 2002. He was going to just turn them loose in the barn to control mice. I took them from him before he could to get them neutered. Well, they never left my house. My folks have the boy of the litter, and I took the girls.
She had been having behavior problems and peeing on things, so we made the decision to put her down due to kidney problems.
Papa B buried her for me because I couldn't do it. To be fair, I buried his cat for him.
One of the items she peed on was a birthday present for one of Girl C's friends. Rather than wash it and give it to her anyways, I went to the fabric store to buy more fabric and start the project all over again. As I was making the first one, I realized that one yard of fabric was not enough, so I doubled it for the second attempt. The lady cutting my fabric asked me what I was making, and I said a princess cape, but this was the second go at it. She asked what happened to the first one and I told her the cat had peed on it. She asked, "Is the cat still alive?" And, completely deadpan, I said, "No, actually, she's not." Her face was absolutely horrified, and she sputtered something, trying to get her foot out of her mouth. I smiled, and said that we had to put her down due to kidney problems and that was why she was peeing on things.
So, on the upside, we're now a cat-fee house and I don't anticipate us having a cat again for a long, long time. If ever.
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