Our little cat Miao Miao passed away on December 26, 2018 after a battle with cancer. She was 13 years and 8 months old. Y rescued Miao after her mother had abandoned her when she was only a few weeks old in 2005. She was sick and small, but Y nursed her back to health and adopted her as part of her family. I came to know Miao beginning in 2008, after I met Y at Kent State. Soon, I became a part of the family, too. Miao was strong willed but also very loving. When we had guests over, she was an enthusiastic host. She brightened our days, which now seem diminished without her around. Even though Miao never really took to our younger cat Mose, we can tell that he grieves in his own way for her, too. She will be dearly missed.
I’m not going to try to make any science fictional arguments about the bona fides of cute, anthropomorphic marching cats playing instruments. This video simply makes me happy every time I watch it:
While preparing for my three fall semester classes and reading Donald A. Norman’s Living With Complexity, Moses decides to collapse on my book and immediately fall asleep. I believe that he is asserting his “Right to be Cute.”
Today’s lesson, which follows on my previous post about my Lego space port project, is that cats may mistakenly assume that a box of Lego bricks is just as good as a litter box. I know this, because Miao Miao nearly relieved herself in the box of Legos after tentatively exploring the dimensions of the box and the feel of the bricks. Luckily, I caught her in time to stop the deed and move her to her (nearby) litter box. There is now a lid safely secured to the top of the Lego box.