The Berg kitty almost died this morning. While he was trying very hard to choke himself to death on a piece of plastic pilfered from the trash, I realized that while I can't ever define what exactly it is that he adds to our lives, I would be sorry if he died. It would be appropriate if he died due to his own plastic munching stupidity. I wouldn't be sorry to lose the vomiting or the tripping me up to get more food once he has hurled on the Bean's toys or even the truly aggravating way he has of attacking my feet when I have any kind of Traditional Chinese Medicine on them. I wouldn't miss him drooling on me or "petting" me with all claws extended. I wouldn't miss him darting through any door that opens (this includes the oven!) or the way he eats any plastic we leave around, including the shower curtain.
Hmm. What would I miss? I would miss his fuzzy goofy soppiness and his habit of sitting on the crack of the freezer door so he falls out when I go to get ice. I would miss him carrying the bean's toys around in his mouth and singing at great volume. I would miss booting him from the changing table when it's time to change the Bean. I would miss the way he chews on his feet when he has been around catnip. He actually is quite a nice lap kitty if you can convince him to settle down, not be all wiggly and ecstatic, and not drool on you. He'd be an even nicer lap kitty if he would groom himself from time to time.
Anyhoo, what ever he adds to my life I would miss it if he died, so I'm glad he didn't choke to death this morning before I had even had my coffee. Now I just hope that the bloody groove he made in his esophagus doesn't get infected.
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