Friday morning, Mouse_Spouse and I took Jake to the vet for the last time. He has been sick for a while now, and I found making an euthanasia appointment very difficult. Finally, I decided to stop being selfish and let Jake move on, he had been my companion for over ten years.
IMHO, Jake was the greatest cat in the world. He let me hold him when I was feeling down. He was a very loving foster father to many orphaned kittens. (If anyone in the Denver-metro area has a cat that can open cabinets and tugs on your leg for attention, he may have learned those tricks from Jake. Sorry.) Spouse and I are both very sad about his passing.
Our other cats, Astrix and Elwood have been reacting to Jake’s illness and the extra stress in the house. They seem a little confused. Their buddy is gone and they’re not sure what to think of it. (I did not bring Jake’s remains back. Death is a difficult thing to face. For me, rigor mortis is even harder. It’s a strange state that reminds me that without life - however you define it - a body is just a mass of protein, a fragile shell.) I was prepared for a couple of weeks of strange feline behavior.
I was not prepared for this:
On Sunday mornings, Mouse_Spouse likes to make pancakes, so our kitchen table had more stuff on it than usual. I think that trying to keep cats off of counters and tables is a Sisyphean task, so the House Rule is that cats are not supposed to be on surfaces while humans are using them – this is enforced by the kitchen squirt gun. (Every one has one of these, right?)
While Spouse and I were eating, Astrix jumped onto the table. As he sauntered between our plates and other breakfast accoutrements, I reached for the water pistol on the kitchen counter. Suddenly, there was a huge crash! Astrix took off out of the room like an orange comet. Cutlery and a plate were on the floor. My orange juice was making a desperate run from its glass to the floor and the pancake syrup was make good its escape from Mrs. Butterworth’s interior.
“What the **hell ** was that!”
“I don’t know,” Mouse_Spouse replied. He was just as bewildered as I.
There is no way to know why Astrix ran off like he did. I like to think that a Ghost-Jake smacked his ass for getting on the table.