They were like furry little cat larvae, so we called them grubs. It helped that they looked kind of grubby sometimes, and they also went grubbing around in things when they weren't asleep in a pile.
Besides, we needed a collective name for them because sometimes we couldn't tell them apart. It didn't always matter WHICH grub did something. And they were usually together anyway.
They got names of their own, and they grew up and apart, as kittens do. But not very far apart.
They cleaned each others' ears, and they had weird fights where they'd stop and groom each other for a few minutes before fighting some more. Apart or together, they plotted strange things and they remained grubbishly inscrutable.
The Force never seemed quite as strong with Igor (named for Stravinsky) as it did with Ralph (named for Vaughan Williams), and Igor got lymphoma this spring. We said goodbye to him today; the final vet visit out of quite a few. Igor had a peaceful last week, but he hadn't eaten since last Saturday, so the one thing we could do for him is spare him a final decline. He died in our laps... I kept petting his body for a few minutes after his heart stopped.
We are still a good family. We still have each other, we still have these kitties:
We're even still a DITCH... that's a Dual Income, Two Cat Household, for those who don't know.
Still, it feels wrong to only have one grub.
3 comments:
sorry to hear about your loss! hope you and ralph feel better.
The grubs as kittens are totally showing drosophila segmental plates. So apropos. :)
Hugs and hugs and more hugs.
I am so saddened by your loss. I know how much your cats mean to you. I hope Ralph and Serabi are taking this okay too. I remember when Alan got the boys. They were really sweet. And mischievous. Just as they should be. My heart goes out to the four of you.
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