I don't think I've ever had a normal cat, even by cat standards. Althea was close to being a normal cat (except for not liking my home grown catnip, which was known to turn other cats into Deadheads), but she sure chose a unique way to go. When I told my ex how Althea went, she said, "I know it doesn't feel that way now, but in six months you're going to laugh," and she was right. Dropping dead in the middle of a bath is... pretty epic, really.

Meanwhile, there are two ferals living in the colony around our apartment complex that are eyeing me like I'm adoptable... we'll see. :)

The cat distribution system.

hugs tight

*hugs back* I appreciate it -- but like I said above, she got seven and a half good years as a pampered and appreciated house cat, rather than struggling day to day, and I'm going to feel good about that. Now I'm just waiting for my next cat to fall through the ceiling or something... I can't get a cat in a normal way. My first cat was found in the con suite at a convention, my second chose me by throwing herself over my foot when she had avoided every other human being she'd ever seen, and Althea let me know I was hers by running to see me when she heard my bike coming up the path. Cat #4 will arrive in its own way. I think I'll name him/her 'China Cat Sunflower', or 'CC' for short. Being named for a Grateful Dead song is a good thing, it worked well for Althea. :)