I took Boudicca to the vet this morning for a checkup. As usual, there was a lot of concerned meowing followed by purring and starfish paws the minute the techs and the vet petted her. In less than three minutes after returning home, Boudicca has passed out on the window seat. Obviously being intensely concerned and petted by a nice vet is quite exhausting.
One of the amusing quirks about Boudicca is that sometimes she would channel her inner Maleficent but only in appearance. Her eyes would go green, and she’d regally recline with this smug expression, as though pondering her plan to take over the world. Of course, she may have been plotting to enact nefarious plans…as soon as she finished her nap.
Rest in peace, Queen B. I love and miss you.
I wrote this anecdote one year ago. I want to continue sharing these stories about Boudicca and Nala as a way of remembering and celebrating their lives.
Whenever I come home, this is the reception I get:
Boudicca: *previously sound asleep the entire time I was gone, wakes up when I come in through the door* Mama! Mama! Why did you leave me? Mama! Love me, pet me, pick me up! Feed me! Is it lap time yet?
Me: No, Boudicca. It’s time to put away groceries.
Boudicca: Mama! Why are you not in your office? I’m quite concerned when you are in a different room than me. Is it lap time yet?
Me: *picks up 10 lb Slinky cat* Forgive me now?
Boudicca: Oh my person loves me. PURR. PURR. PURR. *goes googly and kneads in the air*
Two minutes later, Boudicca has passed out again. She has such a hard life, obviously.
Boudicca has still not realized that she is not a dog.