June ’23
On the last day of our trip to Vegas, Sherry called to say one of Mighty’s eyes looked goopy and weird. Since we were flying out the next day we couldn’t do much about it but wait until we got there. We figured Mouse had probably scratched her in one of their little squabbles. When we got home her eye looked pretty gross, so we took her to the emergency vet, where they thought it might be a tooth abscess pushing on her eye from below. Then we took her to East Padden Vet, who did an x-ray to figure out how to treat the abscess, and instead found a tumor. Mighty was feeling pretty poorly by then, and so we had to let her go. She had made it to the ripe old age of 17.
When we got our sister kitties in 2006 they didn’t look like twins, but the older they got, the harder they got to tell apart. Also, they snuggled and played together for the first few years, then decided they hated each other, and after that it seemed like every time they ran into each other the fur was flying. We bought them to keep each other company and so they would have a playmate, since they were supposed to be indoor kitties, but that didn’t last long.
I thought I was a kitty person, but all of our cats have loved Dave best.
They grew up to be very pretty kitties!
Mighty had a tendency towards ‘resting bitch face’, but she never really meant it.
Well, most of the time at least.
Both kitties grew up with dogs and so they loved the dogs. Here’s Mighty exploring Baby Barclay’s playpen, wondering what sort of creature this is!
The last few years she really got into using her paws for attention, which was so cute!
They had a great time growing up on the farm, and then spent the second half of their lives in suburbia at The Rancho. Things were a little more relaxed here.
Mighty was a very good kitty. Except for the part about hating her sister, life would have been a lot easier without that! And she definitely had opinions about things! But mostly she liked to be petted and cuddled, and be in the center of whatever was going on. We will miss her.
And a couch that folds out into a bed on the other (in Airstream-speak, that’s called a ‘gaucho’). The bathroom is in the back, and it’s full-service 🙂 That’s a requirement for me when we’re ‘camping’.
Steff Does Stuff! 