My cat has passed.

He went peacefully.  May he descend the seven hundred steps to the Gate of Deeper Slumber and to a proper rest for those of his kind.

It is said that in Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as I gaze upon him who sitteth purring before the fire. For the cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see. He is the soul of antique Aegyptus, and bearer of tales from forgotten cities in Meroë and Ophir. He is the kin of the jungle’s lords, and heir to the secrets of hoary and sinister Africa. The Sphinx is his cousin, and he speaks her language; but he is more ancient than the Sphinx, and remembers that which she hath forgotten.

Well, it’s going to be a sad day here tomorrow at Chez Lane.

The cat is… well, failing.  He’s an old, hardscrabble cat and it caught up to him eventually.  My kids are going to be disconsolate and I’m not taking it perfectly well, myself*.  But that’s what happens when you have a pet with a lifespan less than yours.  You know this, going in. Continue reading Well, it’s going to be a sad day here tomorrow at Chez Lane.

Tweet of the Day, It Looks Like A Chihuahua Cosplaying A Cat edition.

That poor cat. And by ‘poor’ I mean ‘hysterical-looking.’ Because I’m a bad man.

Man goes on Reddit to complain about losing a “It’s the cat or me!” fight.

What follows is one of the most uniform displays of “So would I, dude” that I have ever seen on the Internet.  Goodness gracious, but it’s nice to know that there are still things that unite us.  Admittedly, I would have hoped that it’d have been something more weighty than “If you’ve been with a woman for three years, and you knew you disliked her cat all along, and you told her after you got engaged that the cat had to go or you did, don’t start crying when she picks the cat,” but I’ll take what I can get.

(Oops: forgot where I saw it, first.  Note that I will apparently rave now about Claritin at any excuse, or none.)

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Tweet of the Day, @presjpolk Did Not Oversell This edition.

The soundtrack is almost perfect in its timing. Seriously, it’s the kind of soundtrack where you go Omigod omigod this is perfect music and then you make people listen to it and then you go See? SEE? and then the other person goes Wow and then you go I know, right? Or something like that.

Frankly, I would have run at about thirty seconds in. But then, I’m an apex predator and felis catus is not.

Laaaaaaaaazy day today…

…and I feel no shame at all, at all.  A large portion of it was spent vaguely trying to figure out where the cat had gotten to, outside.  Turns out that what he had gotten to outside was to promptly come back inside; only I somehow forgot about that.  I decided that this situation indicated that I should emulate my cat and go take a nap, which was a smart call on my part.

No, I don’t expect anybody to find this interesting. It’s still funny that I forgot that I let the cat back in, though.  Certainly my wife was amused.