My kitty Georgie died this afternoon. I don't want to make a huge deal about it, because I realize he was a housepet and that he was elderly, but I'm in the mood to talk about him a little and so I will.
I got Georgie from a shelter in 1994 when I was married to my first husband, which means Georgie predates my current husband and all five of my children.
Kitten Georgie drying in the sun after a bath, in 1994 in the apartment I lived in during my first marriage. That's a sprouted avocado pit acting like a tree nearby. The avocado plant died in a later move, and I haven't successfully sprouted another pit. When my first husband and I decided to divorce, I was worried he would fight me for the cats. I needn't have been: he said, "YOU are taking the cats" and I said "Whew."
In this photo it is 1996, and Paul and I are living together in our first apartment. Georgie is holding a banana bread recipe for me while I bake.
Still in our first apartment, and by now Paul and I are married. Georgie is investigating the stock pot, and evidently I am baking cookies.
Here it's 1999, and Georgie is giving newborn Robert a careful sniffing the day we brought him home from the hospital.
It's 2005 and we've been living in our house for over 4 years. We have 4 children. Tolerant, patient Georgie allows baby Edward to lean on him and examine his collar.
This is his usual spot, in his favorite box on the desk next to my computer monitor. I buried him in it this afternoon, so my desk looks weird and empty.
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