Inkblot, RIP
A sad update to the story of Kevin Drum’s missing cat, which James Joyner wrote about Friday:
I hate to write this post, but all of you have been part of Inkblot’s life for so long that I can hardly not do it. One of our neighbors saw the flyers we posted around the neighborhood and called a few minutes ago to tell us that she had seen the body of a cat nearby. We went out to look, and it was Inkblot. There wasn’t much question about the ID.
Sad news. Losing a pet is never fun. They do become members of the family, don’t they?
They do … and it’s not easy to say good bye.
RIP, Ink.
I used to hate cats. I could never get why anyone would want to own a creature that barely acknowledges the existence of the person who feeds them and cleans up their leavings.
Once you own one, you get it. My theory has always been that since cats actually make you work for their approval (as opposed to dogs, who love you unconditionally), it means more to the owner. You get the right cat (and socialize them when they’re young), and they can be wonderful pets. RIP, Inkblot.
I’m so sorry to hear about your loss. Prayers and good wishes to you and yours.
eh. I’ve had one, and I’m still indifferent to cats at best.
So very sad. Our cats (and our pug and bird as well) are family members. We’ve lost a few to old age, cancer, and one who escaped and never came back and it’s always difficult. My heart goes out to Kevin and his family.
One does not own a cat. One enters their service.
Sad news here.
Dogs have owners. Cats have staff. They’re the dominant species, just too proud to bring it to anyone’s attention. Best wishes to Kevin and family.