My Baby Kitty
It's been a week since we lost our baby kitty. No one meows at me to wake up anymore. No furry friend sits next to me when I get home from work. Kyubey still leaves just a little bit of room next to him when he lays down - room that Ruby would've occupied. He knows Rubix is gone. Out of all of us, Kyubey might be the most affected. That was his forever friend, his other half. Fuck, I'm gonna stop there.
Everything below has been in my drafts since 8/3. I couldn't post it. It felt too real. And I can't do real. We found Rubix was terminal on 7/30. We lost her on a beautiful day on 9/3. She was so good to us, even to the end. Even with her organs shutting down, her meows fading, her organs shutting down, she still managed to purr for one last time. She cared so much for us and for Kyubey. I don't think I've had a more altruistic, kind hearted kitty.
This is what I wrote on 8/3
Just about everything below is from a text I sent to a friend yesterday. It felt right to put it all out there. Just a heads up, I'm not going to be as active for a while. Rubix, Ruby, my baby kitty, does not have much time left, and she deserves all of the time I could possibly give her for the years and years she's been there for me.
Man, Rubix has been sitting by the window, soaking up the sun, literally all day, for the last 8 hours. She probably knows. She just wants to feel the nice, relaxing feeling of the sun heating her fur. She's our baby kitty, our forever kitten. Kyubey is going to experience grief. For 10 years, he's eaten next to Rubix, played next to Rubix, play fought with Rubix, slept next to Rubix, cleaned off her fur, stollen her food the second I look away lol. What cute kits. Doin cat things. Kyubey always catches his toy and takes it away. He treats it like a real dead bird. Rubix, meanwhile, does NOT respect kit kayfabe and no sells catching it. She immediately give me the toy back when she catches it. Something about being in a box and playing toy makes it her all time favorite game. She's not just some pleb, she has taste in her games. She only likes specific toys with a specific bounce back and toy design. Kyubey was an even more picky cat gamer. His toys have to have no stretch, not be too long, make no noise and not be too big. It was a more complex ruleset of catch and grab, following by us shouting "bring it back" while he meowed in protest and inched back to me with the toy, being very upset that he had to relinquish it to reset the game. About a year ago I couln't get him to play in this style of kabuki theater faux-bird catching rutine he had developed over the course of a decade. He had a good run. Some people just stop playing vidya when they age out. Rubix still loves playing. She always will. I've been brought the old draw string that was stolen from them. Seriously, my clothes are treated as toys if I leave them on the ground, at least by Ruby. Bottle caps, hair ties, random strings were all treated as toys. Of course, she loved her toys - especially the little Star Wars one, the little droid one. That was her favorite, next to bird toy (which was also Kyubey's favorite, meaning it was always a point of contention between them). That droid toy was the only good thing to come out of Abrams' shitty Episode 7 and onwards. It was all in fun tho. At the end of the day, Kyubey, Rubix, my wife and I are always in the same bed at night. We all wanna game at 1am (play toy and play vidya). We love each other, my little family.
