Jared's Blog: Picture 257

So, these past few days have been sad for me. On October 11^th at 7:00 PM, my Cutesy Bootsy died. This weeks picture is about her. That where I buried her. The color and black and white blending together goes along with the special cinematic video I made. It's about how I felt the next day. I try to go to the colorful places to not feel so sad, but the darkness comes back when they go away. I know it seems weird being sad of a cat, but...she's my cat.

On night at the end of February 2002...I think...during a horrible winter storm, this cat secretly sneaked her way into my G-Ma's indoor porch area. Then, the next morning, we went out there to find three babies. It was random. She was just finding a warm place to have her babies.

Anyways, there's my brother, my sister, and then me. Three of us...three kittens. Ah ha.... I left that day for something, I just remember that I WASN'T THERE when my brother and sister picked who gets who. So, I got the leftover tiny one and I was upset about that. They called me and was like "Hey, we decided who get which kitten" without me there. When I got back, I saw who I got. It was this little gray kitty with little white feet, like her mother. We named them when I got back, at least they waited for that. My sister got the all gray cat, a little brighter than mine. A smoky color....AH HA!! SHE SHALL CALL HIM SMOKEY!!! (I couldn't find a picture of Smokey.) And then my brother got the white one with gray stripes, like a tiger....AH HA!!! HE SHALL CALL HER....TIGGER!! Not tiger. Tigger's have stripes too you now. Lastly was me. I looked at her tiny self and I noticed her white paws. Like little boots.....AH HA!!!! I SHALL CALL HER BOOTS!!! We were smart and original with these names. I was still sad I didn't get to pick. I liked Smokey. But, over time, my Bootsy and I had a bond.

I was always there for her. After a few years, we noticed she was getting....fat. Really....fat. We all knew one thing...we're gonna her some Bootsy Babies. Shortly after, she had these two little kittens. I was there for it too. One was a dark white and one was grey...with white feet. WEIRD! They grey one was the first to get up and move about. She had white feet...like boots....but that was taken. So, I thought about and MITTENS came to mind. The other one was more for a light brown color...like sand.....SANDY!!! Again, very smart and original. Sandy didn't look so good though. She died a week or so after she was born. You could tell my Boots was upset about it. She just laid around for days, but she got better. She didn't have any kids after that. Mittens did. She had two litters.

By the time all this was done, we had a population of cats everywhere. Bootsy's mother was the problem. She kept popping out babies. She had like, four litters after Boots. Cats would come and go. They would die or run away. Smokey was the first to disappear. He just ran away. Chased off by another cat. I saw it. The other cat didn't chase him to far, but that was all I saw of Smokey. Over time, they all started to all go.

Then, one day my g-parents decided to get rid of all the cats. All the inside ones. Bootsy's mother, Mittens, everyone. Except for Boots and Leon. I forgot about Leon. I can't remember who he came from. I think it was Boots. Hmmmm. I forget. Anyways, they all were gone and my Boots was sad. She was alone. Leon was locked up because we couldn't have anymore Bootsy Babies.

Later on in 2008, I noticed this weird cat lurking around outside with the other cats. He looked like Boots. So, I just thought...maybe he's her father. (GASP!!!) He looks just like her, and she looks like her mother. They were all the same color. Grey with white feet. It just fit. And that started a whole show about Bootsy's Father. I was bored at my g-parents on the weekend and need something to do. So, I tracked and watched him. I knew all the cats there, but him. So, I studied him. That show lasted for three seasons. Yes, I had seasons. It also had an hour long finale. I had to end it because my g-parent lost the house because...they died. Well, my g-pa was already in the nursing home. They found it best for my g-ma to go too.

There was a debate on if I could bring Boots home. My parents said no at first. But then I said "To bad, she's coming home with me." And she did. I was going to go up there to get her with my dad when we went for the last time, but my dad random walked in the door with her.

Thus, I'm now living with her. You could tell she was upset again about my g-ma and the house. I started to record things that happened after that show about her Father, since I loved doing that little show. I called it The AfterShow. It's what happened...after...the show. It covered my brother taking over the house up there and living there with his family, and other random things. The first episode was Boots coming home and meeting Jolly Molly. I started uploading them episodes in May and had the finale be on the Two Year Anniversary of the main show's finale.

We had to lock both her and Molly in the bathroom because they both kept going potty all over the house. Marking territory and what-not. I felt bad locking them up, but they were out of control. Over the course of the show, you can tell my Boots was getting sick. She was balding and had sores everywhere. She was bad at first, but then she got better and fluffy. Then she got bad again and slowly went down. Just recently, they both got sick. It started with Boots and she passed it to Molly. It was like a cold. They were sneezing and not eating. Boots snapped out of it first when she passed it to Molly. Molly got really thin. We call her Miss Plump because she was always chubby. I didn't want to call her fat, so I said she was plump. The name stuck like that. We thought Molly was going to go. Then we read they don't eat if they can't really smell it. Her nose was plugged and dry food doesn't smell and it's hard to eat. So, we bought a can of tuna. It was smelly and soft. It worked. She ate it up in a flash. After a day, she was all better, but my Boots started sneezing again. Just sneezes. She wasn't plugged or anything. Then, she got worse. Her nose got all crusty and plugged and she started to get thin. It got me worried. We didn't have any wet food, so I thought. But I forgot that we got a free can of food in one of our tubs of litter. I tried that and it didn't work.

She lasted for two more days. On October 11^th at 7:00 PM, my Cutesy Bootsy died. She didn't go down easily. I woke up at 9 AM and she was fine. Sick, but still alive. I went back to sleep and got up and 1 PM. I got some things ready to clean the bathroom because it was a bit messy with hairballs and things. I opened the door....and Boots wasn't there. I looked in the closet and she wasn't there. The last place was under the sink. I slowly opened the door and there she was. So, I grabbed my camera to record the events that followed, which seems horrible. Recording your dying cat. But, I just wanted to document it. That's why I did The Father show and The AfterShow. I wanted the document important times and the sad times in my life so I can remember them. I didn't hold back neither on recording her. I recorded a lot more than I thought. It was horrible. She just wouldn't die. You didn't get to see all of it. There was a lot that I cut out by just not recording. My crying and what-not. But then it got worse. I just got done editing the videos and you can tell, it was really having a meltdown. SHE JUST WOULDN'T DIE! My sister read that some cats fight it and she was really fighting. But, six hours later, it was done. I sat there with my hand on her tummy for a while just to make sure. She was gone. My dad had left earlier to get a shovel because we don't one. Weird. He got back and I told him I wanted to do it myself and ventured out for an hour. I couldn't decide where to put her. I settled on a nice spot. I let a few sticks sticking up to mark the spot. And it was done.

I went home and passed out from all the trauma. Woke up at midnight and didn't fall sleep again. At 9:00 am the next day, I went out to the spot. I recorded a cinematic video. No words. Just key visuals. I just got done editing that video. It's long too but hey...it's for my Boots.
Thus, we are at the current point of time. Jolly Molly seems fine all alone. I'll let her out more often. Get her used to the dog. Things are going to be different. Boots was the last thing that reminded me of my g-parents. We lost them, the house, Bootsy's father, and now Boots. I'm going to be different for a while. I'm OK with the whole ordeal, but I'm not. I'm not crying my eyes out...anymore. I only did once and then there were a few teary moments like when I was putting her in a bag to go bury her. I'm fine. This is what happens. You can't stop it.

Well, there you go. That's the story, but now. You get to see it...if you want to. I made a long, special video. It starts off with the good days, but at the end...it gets a bit horrible. You can stop when I feed her the first emergency can of food. The rest is just her twitching on the floor and me crying. Well, it was more of a panic attack. It was very stressful.
So, not only did I do that video, but then I decided to split it up into three parts. The Good, The Bad, and The End. The Good is about the first videos I made with her leading up to The Bad, which is her death. Then, there is The End, which is a cinematic finale of how I felt the day after. The last few minutes made me cry. I also still have the main video that has them all together, The Lifetime. Thank you all for reading and enjoy.