FIV stands for ‘feline immunodeficiency virus’. I’m not going to go into much detail about it, since anyone who doesn’t know what it is can just google it. I will say, though, that FIV has no prevention shot and no cure (according to my mom). Unfortunately, three out of five cats have died due to FIV (Bruno, Tyler and then my own cat, Tobias). It’s likely that Kitten and Meimei could also get this disease and die from it, although Meimei is less likely to get it because she’s female.
Needless to say, the death of three pets have been hard on me and my motivation to write, so for now I’m not going to force myself into a whole lot of work. I might use the time to work on some more of the plot for the Jetta story (maybe come up with a name…), and then I might restart it for the third time. Or I might take it easy and just focus on my fanfiction. I’m not sure yet, and really I’m not going to worry too much about it.
Anyway, I’d just like to say a bit about each of the cats that have died.
First, Bruno. We got him when he was a tiny little kitten. My mom found him outside, and he was the smallest little guy. So small that we tried to give him milk at first, which he rejected for solid food. He was older than we thought he was, but he still had the cute little kitten tail that reminded us all of a dinosaur.
Bruno got the nickname of ‘shoulder cat’ pretty quickly, because he liked be half on someone shoulder when they held him. When he was younger he let us do pretty much anything we wanted to him, and he actually seemed to enjoy it. Mostly, dancing. We probably shouldn’t have forced him to dance, but it was hilarious.
He was adopted by our other cat, Meimei, though once he got older she didn’t want him to be around.
The next cat who died was Tyler, nicknamed Ty or TyTy. He was just a generally sweet cat, and was super shy when we got him. We got him shortly after we got Tobias. My step-dad actually took him in because no one else wanted him since he was too shy, and someone was planning on flushing him down the toilet. My step-dad is a huge sucker for cats, so naturally he took him in. Unfortunately, Tyler was so scared that he hid under his couch and wouldn’t come out, so we decided that maybe he would do better if he lived with his brother.
After my step-sister got him from under the couch (she’s the only one who could get him), her and my mom brought him to our house. Right away he was happy to see his brother, and he actually turned into one of the braver cats. He used to come over for pets all the time, and loved getting attention.
Tobias, who died just recently, was my own cat. We called him Tubby, Tubbles or TubTub, which didn’t really fit him since he was a skinny guy. He was given to me as a surprise. My mom told me that if I cleaned my room she would give me a present, and I didn’t expect that present to be small, runt of the litter kitten. I named him Tobias, after my favourite character in the Animorphs series. When he was little he was the most cuddly little guy, always sitting on my lap and sleeping in my bed.
When he was little older, though, he injured his leg in a chair, and after that he was never really the same. He became more distant, didn’t want anyone to pet him and so on. Time passed, though, and he got more comfortable with people. Anyone who entered the bathroom was instantly surrounded by him asking for pets. The only time he wanted someone to pet him was in the bathroom, probably because he was most comfortable there. He also used to go right to the litter box to pretend to go, just so he could get some praise.
I’m going to miss all three of them. Goodbye Bruno, Tyler and Tobias.