Monday, July 17, 2006


Tinker died last night. From how cold and stiff he is, I'd say it wasn't long after we went to bed. See, he's a good lad, saving us the trauma (not to mention expense) of a vet trip. I didn't really want to take this pathetic bundle up there and sit in the waiting room surrounded by healthy fluffy cats who just need their claws clipping.

One more thing. When I carefully laid him down on the floor, he was mostly on one side with his paws tucked under him. This morning, he's spreadeagled, like a tiger rug. Quite apart from the fact that he'll never fit into a neat box to be buried, he looks really ridiculous. But that's my Tinkerbell, always making me laugh.


  1. Anonymous9:17 pm

    Sorry to hear about Tinker.

  2. He got to enjoy one last really good stretch--from watching my cats, that seems to be their favorite thing in the entire world. If you can't go out in the middle of a really great orgasm, a really terrific stretch is the way to go.

    More cyber hugs, hon, for you and the family. All cats should be as adored as Tinker was.

  3. (((Hugs on the kitty)))

    But at least he kept you smiling 'til the end.