Obituary for Bailey:
Septemberish 1998-May 24, 2014
Bailey, commonly known as "The Tuxedo
Cat" and occasionally as "Writing Assistant One" passed away
this morning at 11:22 a.m. The cat who couldn't stand to be on the other side
of the door from his humans, especially his mom, crossed over peacefully in his
home surrounded by his loved ones. He was helped on his way after a two-year
battle with taking medications for lymphoma by representatives from the Sweet
Dreams pet euthanasia service. During his life, he was given much love and good
care by the veterinarians and staff of The Cat Doctor and Buckhead Pet Pals
pet-sitting service.
"Yes, I am the most interesting cat in the world." |
As befits a cat who entered and exited life wearing a
tuxedo, he maintained his air of "cat of mystery" from the beginning.
He found his primary person in a pet store in Cahaba Heights, an area of
Birmingham, Alabama, in spring of 1999. She had long red curls, he liked to
chew on hair – it was a perfect match. She never found out about his mysterious
past, as when he joined her family at the age of seven or eight months, he was
already neutered, and boy was he glad he didn't have to go through that again!
Bailey also had a phobia of car rides, which always occurred
with much piteous meowing, so it was a mercy he was able to depart life at
home. It was always suspected he had been dumped. His previous owners missed
out on a long life of affection – who says cats are aloof creatures? He was
always ready for a purr or snuggle, which will be sorely missed.
During his long life, partially as a graduate student kitty
in psychology and then as an author's cat, Bailey developed a connoisseur's
taste in reading material. He was disappointed when the APA Monitor changed its
format from soft, comfortable newsprint to a glossy magazine. As for electronic
reading devices, meh.
"I really don't get the appeal of these e-reader things. Kinda lumpy, if you ask me." |
He also didn't appreciate the transformation of warm
monitors with plenty of room for kitties atop them to flat-screens. At that
point, he developed a preference for sitting on the back of his mom's office
chair or competing with the iThing and laptop for her lap so he could offer his opinion on her writing, and he took full credit for
her success with the Lycanthropy Files series.
"Wouldn't you rather be petting the kitty?" |
It was never clear whether Bailey realized he was sick aside
from having to be bribed with cheese – havarti was a particular favorite – or kitty
treats to not immediately expectorate his medications. Otherwise, until a week
before his departure, he maintained his positive and elegant attitude toward
life. He was known by many terms of affection such as "Mister Kitty,"
"Sweetheart," and "Handsome Kitty," but he always took
pride in being named after the coffee-flavored Irish liqueur. In addition to
cheese, he appreciated the rare people food he was permitted to try such as
crab, fish, and chicken, and he was also known for his unusual tastes for a
cat, specifically in leeks and the green tops of carrots. It was also never a
good idea to leave bread unattended when he was on the prowl through the
kitchen.
Bailey goes to join his adopted sister La Principessa at the
Rainbow Bridge, where, we're sure, he will resume his duties as cat bed for the
stripey wonder.
"Oof." |
He is survived by two heartbroken kitty-parents, equally sorrowful
grandkitty-parents and aunt and uncle, and the grey thing, who never much liked
him anyway.
He is already sorely missed. :-( |
Heartrending, but such a great way to cope and remember! Our animals really are such a boon. I have a tuxedo cat in the animal after-life as well. Maybe they'll get together and compare suits.
ReplyDeleteAAhh... what a well-loved and pampered feline Bailey was! Sending you cyber hugs Anne and hope that your mourning will ease. What a wonderful cat mom your are! And I know just where Cahaba Heights is - have been there many times. :)
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