Otter Pop

By on 2009 11 30 at 4:35:33 pm

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We got a call last night from The Raven’s daughter to tell us her kitty Otter Pop was very sick. Shortly afterward she called us again.

He was strange and though he and Nosy didn’t really get along, he was a good boy. He tried sometimes to hide the fact that he was good: a little Napoleon Syndrome at play, I think. Every once in a while I had to pick him up and humiliate him with kisses and baby talk and making him dance. He tried awfully hard to pretend he was insulted. He had something to prove.

He was four years old. We’ll miss him.

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11 comments on "Otter Pop"
  1. Laelaps's Gravatar, get your own at gravatar.com

    I’m sorry to hear about Otter Pop. He reminds me a bit of our cat (white with a few tabby spots), Chase.

  2. sherwood's Gravatar, get your own at gravatar.com

    It is always miserable when they leave us, but only four years old seems an especially cruel time for it to happen.  My sympathies to his companion(s).

  3. Space Kitty's Gravatar, get your own at gravatar.com

    Far too soon to say goodbye, and heartbreaking to be so helpless in the face of his mama’s grief.  Thanks for the kind words.

    *sniff*

  4. otter's Gravatar, get your own at gravatar.com

    that sounds about right


    hive five from space

    thanx for the poem

  5. Chris Clarke's Gravatar, get your own at gravatar.com

    Re: The Poem

    Otter’s pet human asked me this morning to write a poem for him.

    This is the poem.

    Your pelt of palest snowy white
    as of today, forever shines
    here in our hearts and in our minds:
    sweet memories of pure delight.

    Your eyes that held that feline gleam
    (sometimes in pleasure, sometimes fierce)
    one jade, one of blue topaz, pierce
    the veil between this life and dreams.

    Too short, your visit to this place.
    Much shorter than your little legs
    that leapt you from this world of dregs
    to dance with unicorns in space.

    You were your mama’s baby boy.
    You were the one so stealthy wise.
    Gladly take off your cat disguise
    and be at rest, wild spark of joy.

  6. tiff's Gravatar, get your own at gravatar.com

    and i love it…thank you i am handwriting a copy to bury with him

  7. Dana's Gravatar, get your own at gravatar.com

    What? No. Oh no. This is very sad.

  8. bev's Gravatar, get your own at gravatar.com

    Way too young. 
    It hurts to lose what you love.

  9. Arvind's Gravatar, get your own at gravatar.com

    So sorry to hear this Tiff, Space_Kitty, Chris.

  10. Warren's Gravatar, get your own at gravatar.com

    A sweet little remembrance in the poem. Sympathy for the loss; four year isn’t enough, but then again, neither is 15.

  11. Natalie's Gravatar, get your own at gravatar.com

    I am late adding my condolences about sweet Otter Pop. It is such a tragedy to have lost him so young. I wondered whether they knew what caused it… I know it doesn’t really matter but it is always hard when they are young ones.

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