Minx: Three Final Shots

Thursday, July 6, 2017,

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This is Minxosaurus, the cat formerly known as Minx. She’s graced these pages twice before. These three pics were taken within the past week, so you’re seeing her as an old lady this time. Minx died last night while we were watching the movie “Gross Pointe Blank“, which was one of her favorite films. She always had a thing for John Cusack. 

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Minx and I had a good run. I adopted her when she was just a wee lass of about three months of age. Eighteen years later, she’d become a grand old lady while remaining a sweetheart every step of the way. This is not to say that she never had her moments. Minx was, in fact, the most annoying cat I’ve ever had. And then some.

I can still recall multiple bloody encounters when it came time to visit the vet. My blood, not hers. She was a biter as well as a scratcher. And she was quite adept at both.

Minx was very nearly named ‘Mouse’ because, as a kitten, she would follow, and attack, my mouse cursor across my computer monitor. This was both endearing and frustrating at the same time. The phrase “I’ll make Minxmeat out of you!” was uttered quite often back then. After she got over this “catch the mouse” phase, she still made my desk her home. That spot, front and center, was her favorite spot in the house. She did the lap cat thing from time to time, more so as she got older, but right in my face as I was trying to work was her favorite place to be. Thank goodness for roll-out keyboard trays.

She was also the most vocal cat I’ve ever known. That isn’t what made her so annoying, but it didn’t hurt. She meowed when the food bowl was only three quarters full. She meowed when I took too long to refill it. She meowed when she felt she was getting enough attention. She meowed when I rubbed her wrong. She meowed when I rubbed her right. She meowed when I couldn’t figure out what she meowing about. I would tease her, saying, “What is it hon? Is Timmy down a well?” That would really set her off because she hated Lassie and any other dog show and, boy oh boy, she’d really let me have it then. But there was never a minute that I didn’t keep loving her.

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Goodnight and goodbye, Sweetheart. You were wonderful, every single moment.

JK

Minx

Saturday, October 11, 2014,

SONY DSCThis is a shot of Minx that I took six years ago. She was about nine and middle-aged back then. At fifteen, Minxasaurus is a bit slower but she’s still going strong. And just as pretty as ever. JK

Jet

Tuesday, May 28, 2013,

Yeah, I know. This pic is off topic. Get over it. This is Jet. She’s been with me since November 2004. You’ll have to do the math on your own ’cause you know how ladies hate having their ages discussed. Jet was already seven or eight months old when I ‘rescued’ her. There is some discrepancy in the accounts of the participants. I say I rescued this feral kitten from a certainly short and uncomfortable life, and she claims I kidnapped her and have kept her a prisoner ever since. She misses the taste of fresh sparrow and while I try to point out that I offer her a great variety of flavors throughout the day she only gives me that cold stare – you cat owners/slaves know the one – and asks why doesn’t Friskies offer up a Chunky Chipmunk Stew? I don’t have these answers and I try to explain as much but she doesn’t believe me. Trust can be a hard thing to win when you’re dealing with cats. Despite this obvious clash of opinions, Jet still sleeps on my chest on a daily basis. So maybe I’m not all bad. Jet isn’t quite buying it, even after all this time, but there’s hope yet. JK