sadness :(
Oct. 2nd, 2003 08:32 amI came home yesterday to find a message from the vet on the answering machine - Zool, our Burmilla, has been hit by a car, and killed instantly.
perlmonger and I are devastated.
Zool : 23.5.99 - 1.10.03
I can't believe this - she was sitting on the garden wall this morning
when I left, and I laughed at her and told her not to try and get in the
car, because she loved cars, and would leap in them at any opportunity.
which has proved to be her downfall - I got home from Bracknell to find a
message on the answering machine from the vet. She'd been hit by a car,
and killed instantly.
Zool, a Burmilla, was an *extraordinary* little beast - a small, plush
tart, and somehow as ancient as a very ancient thing. She had a /look/ to
her that was really quite scary. And she was always _there_ - I swear she
could materialise from nowhere. And we could hear a very faint "ning"
when she appeared, so we often called her Ning.
she had developed a habit of climbing under the duvet, and we would wake
up to find a velveteen cat curled up between us. And she - how can I put
this? - liked to spectate. We sometimes expected her to hold up a
scorecard from the end of the bed. She absolutely hated to be picked up,
and would flail in a plush manner until you put her down again. And she
had the quietest voice of any cat I've ever known - mostly all you'd get
was a very faint squeak.
her absolute favourite place was the loft, and she would sit on the
bannister waiting for the hatch to open so she could disappear up there,
only emerging at her own convenience, covered in cobwebs.
of all the Tribe, she seemed to be the one that stole people's hearts - I
once caught our friend Sean trying to smuggle her out of the house under his
jacket. And Sasha was only saying this week that she'd missed Zool when
she was over last Friday.
some more photos of her here
we'll miss her more than I can say - she was a /fabulous/ cat, with bags
of character (most of it bad, it must be said). It'll be a long time
before we stop looking round for her - I've already done it several times.
And I think it's a tribute to her personality that Pete and I have already
said we must get another Burmilla when we've got over losing her.
Although it won't be Ning :(
rest in peace, little one, and say hello to Shrimp for us.
Zool : 23.5.99 - 1.10.03
I can't believe this - she was sitting on the garden wall this morning
when I left, and I laughed at her and told her not to try and get in the
car, because she loved cars, and would leap in them at any opportunity.
which has proved to be her downfall - I got home from Bracknell to find a
message on the answering machine from the vet. She'd been hit by a car,
and killed instantly.
Zool, a Burmilla, was an *extraordinary* little beast - a small, plush
tart, and somehow as ancient as a very ancient thing. She had a /look/ to
her that was really quite scary. And she was always _there_ - I swear she
could materialise from nowhere. And we could hear a very faint "ning"
when she appeared, so we often called her Ning.
she had developed a habit of climbing under the duvet, and we would wake
up to find a velveteen cat curled up between us. And she - how can I put
this? - liked to spectate. We sometimes expected her to hold up a
scorecard from the end of the bed. She absolutely hated to be picked up,
and would flail in a plush manner until you put her down again. And she
had the quietest voice of any cat I've ever known - mostly all you'd get
was a very faint squeak.
her absolute favourite place was the loft, and she would sit on the
bannister waiting for the hatch to open so she could disappear up there,
only emerging at her own convenience, covered in cobwebs.
of all the Tribe, she seemed to be the one that stole people's hearts - I
once caught our friend Sean trying to smuggle her out of the house under his
jacket. And Sasha was only saying this week that she'd missed Zool when
she was over last Friday.
some more photos of her here
we'll miss her more than I can say - she was a /fabulous/ cat, with bags
of character (most of it bad, it must be said). It'll be a long time
before we stop looking round for her - I've already done it several times.
And I think it's a tribute to her personality that Pete and I have already
said we must get another Burmilla when we've got over losing her.
Although it won't be Ning :(
rest in peace, little one, and say hello to Shrimp for us.
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Date: 2003-10-02 08:04 am (UTC)