RIP Fat Cat

Yesterday when I got home from vacation, my beloved fat cat Kramer was pretty sluggish. We couldn't find him when we got home and eventually we found him lying inside a microwave box. He was meowing, but didn't really move from the box. This wasn't necessarily a cause for alarm- Kramer liked boxes. The house was, however, pretty gross. There was a lot of vomit around, and some surprises left on the bathroom carpet. Still, I guess I just assumed he didn't like being home without me here.

After dropping my things off, Ben and I went to his place and after that he headed to work, while I went to the grocery store. When I got home, my intuition told me soemthing just wasn't right. I put away the groceries and found Kramer lying by the water bowl, but he wasn't necessarily drinking, just lying there. I picked him up, and he was really lethargic.

I put a towel down on the floor and a small bowl of water next to it, and put Kramer on the towel. After a while, he jumped up on the bed. That's where I let him stay for most of the night.

I knew it was going downhill fast when he jumped off the bed and crawled into the litter box, but didn't use it. I think then my motherly instincts really went into gear. I got the microwave box he was in when we got home and put a towel in it. Then I just laid him in the box.

After a few hours, I must have nodded off, but I heard him moving, so I turned to see him. He jumped out of the box and went to lay by the water bowel again. This time, I just got up, turned on the light, and sat next to him. Sparing details, he was dead in about 20 minutes.

This is probably my favorite picture of Kramer. RIP buddy.