Goodbye Pseudo

We called her Pseudo because the first time we saw her we thought she was our cat, Snickers. She only looked slighty like Snickers, once we saw her well but Pseudo-Snickers she stayed.

She was a real scaredy cat at first but eventually she came to trust me and I could hold her and pet her. She really liked being held. She wasn't allowed in the house but I put an old plastic dog house that the dog didn't use on our outside table and inside the dog house I put a cat box thing I had built for our cat. It was pretty cozy. I'd go out on some days during the winter and hold her so she could feel warm for a bit.

When the weather warmed up and it was sunny she would lay on top of the dog house. It was a good cat spot.

She was very muscular and tough. She drove off old Eyeball and claimed that area as her own. On more than one occasion she tangled with the crackmonkey dog and basically won.

She fought a lot. One day I had to call Doro out to help me pull a claw out of her ear. It had been embedded in her flesh during a fight. Kinda gruesome.

A week or so ago I noticed she wasn't around anymore. She had dissapeared before for a few days so I figured she would be back.

Friday evening Doro was out in her studio and she had the dog with her. He was snuffling around doing dog stuff and she was not really paying attention to him.

I was inside when she started yelling at the dog and for me to come out. I could tell it was something bad.

She brought the dog in and said he had found something dead out there and was messing with it.

I looked out and saw where he had pushed some wooden boards around and gotten into and area that was usually inaccessible to him. Lying there was a furry mound that I knew right away was Pseudo.

Then the mound moved. I watched her shakily walk/crawl under a storage shed and vanish again.

I went out with a flashlight and looked under the shed and saw her. She was bad off. She had that dieing cat look. She just lay there with her head sort of rocking back and forth, oblivious to everything but her pain.

All the vets were closed by now of course. The one emergency vet charges several hundred bucks for euthenasia so that was out.

I had to leave her for now. I'm sorry.

The next morning I called the vet and they said bring her down. It cost $70. She never meowed when she was healthy but she did when I pulled her out from under that shed. It must have hurt bad. I'm sorry.

I don't know what happened to her. There was nothing obvious beyond the fact that she was in very bad shape. The vet techs agreed with me. They thanked me for bringing her in and gave me back the milk crate I had used to transport her.



That's her on the roof of the storage shed back when she first arrived here.

I'd like to think that she found a few months of comfort with us. I know she was about as happy as a cat gets.

Goodbye Pseudo

We called her Pseudo because the first time we saw her we thought she was our cat, Snickers. She only looked slighty like Snickers, once we saw her well but Pseudo-Snickers she stayed.

She was a real scaredy cat at first but eventually she came to trust me and I could hold her and pet her. She really liked being held. She wasn't allowed in the house but I put an old plastic dog house that the dog didn't use on our outside table and inside the dog house I put a cat box thing I had built for our cat. It was pretty cozy. I'd go out on some days during the winter and hold her so she could feel warm for a bit.

When the weather warmed up and it was sunny she would lay on top of the dog house. It was a good cat spot.

She was very muscular and tough. She drove off old Eyeball and claimed that area as her own. On more than one occasion she tangled with the crackmonkey dog and basically won.

She fought a lot. One day I had to call Doro out to help me pull a claw out of her ear. It had been embedded in her flesh during a fight. Kinda gruesome.

A week or so ago I noticed she wasn't around anymore. She had dissapeared before for a few days so I figured she would be back.

Friday evening Doro was out in her studio and she had the dog with her. He was snuffling around doing dog stuff and she was not really paying attention to him.

I was inside when she started yelling at the dog and for me to come out. I could tell it was something bad.

She brought the dog in and said he had found something dead out there and was messing with it.

I looked out and saw where he had pushed some wooden boards around and gotten into and area that was usually inaccessible to him. Lying there was a furry mound that I knew right away was Pseudo.

Then the mound moved. I watched her shakily walk/crawl under a storage shed and vanish again.

I went out with a flashlight and looked under the shed and saw her. She was bad off. She had that dieing cat look. She just lay there with her head sort of rocking back and forth, oblivious to everything but her pain.

All the vets were closed by now of course. The one emergency vet charges several hundred bucks for euthenasia so that was out.

I had to leave her for now. I'm sorry.

The next morning I called the vet and they said bring her down. It cost $70. She never meowed when she was healthy but she did when I pulled her out from under that shed. It must have hurt bad. I'm sorry.

I don't know what happened to her. There was nothing obvious beyond the fact that she was in very bad shape. The vet techs agreed with me. They thanked me for bringing her in and gave me back the milk crate I had used to transport her.



That's her on the roof of the storage shed back when she first arrived here.

I'd like to think that she found a few months of comfort with us. I know she was about as happy as a cat gets.