February 18, 2007

Farewell, Sweet Beast.

Filed under: PolenNews — Twin C @ 10:38 pm

We put Marilyn to sleep tonight.

She was having a lot of trouble breathing again today, and we could tell that she was suffering and not herself. It wasn’t an easy decision, but we knew that we were only going to prolong her suffering. The vet who helped us was very sweet and understanding, and let us stay with her while she passed.

We’ll miss her very much.

6 Comments »

  1. If you’d like, leave a funny story about Marilyn in the comments.

    Thanks.

    Comment by Twin C — February 19, 2007 @ 10:01 am

  2. Marilyn was the bomb.

    And I mean that fairly literally. She lived with us at 399 Sackett St for a couple of years, being generally cute and slightly cranky. And going mmmmrrrrrrrrrr all the time.

    So one day I was going out to the foyer to get the mail or something, and Marilyn followed me out and perched on the stairs up to the upper floors of the building. This was verboten, so after trying to coax her down verbally I realized she was going to have to be physically hauled back into the apartment.

    So I grabbed her. Note that at this time Marilyn was kind of a meatloaf-ey kind of cat, not unlike Delphine. But how was I to know that Marilyn’s size was being augmented by a huge roiling puff of gas trapped inside of her? I grabbed her, and like an accordion, she squeezed. And emitted the LOUDEST AND GIGANTICEST CAT FART EVER EMITTED IN ALL OF HUMAN/CAT HISTORY. I kind of dropped her in horror. She stared up at me in horror. Then she went back into 399, determined to never let that happen to her again.

    Marilyn was an awesome beast. We’ll miss her.

    Comment by Twin A — February 19, 2007 @ 5:59 pm

  3. One of my best memories of Marilyn was the time when Marilyn came to live at Sackett Street (probably the least mousey period in Sackett Street history).

    Marilyn seemed pretty happy to have the run of the place, and got used to the backdoor garden, coming and going through windows and the fire escape and so on. The only menacing aspect was this truly nasty next door neighbor cat that somehow believed 399 Sackett Street was its’ turf, and it could be heard scrabbling around in the venting ducts at all hours.

    Anyway, this cat hated Marilyn, and would hiss, menace, bully and harangue Marilyn- who clearly was confused as to whether these new surroundings really were hers or not- whenever Marilyn dared set foot in Sackett Gardens.

    Frequently, I’d be lolling around, then suddenly hear this din of catfight sounds happening right outside my window, usually followed by Marilyn scampering past in a hissing terror. Marilyn was not used to this roadhouse cat, and I was not used to seeing Marilyn undignified in this way.

    Anyway, a side project of mine had involved running a garden hose through my room for reasons that escape me. But the most practical aspect of this setup was to practice water gunnery against this damn cat who was growing increasingly belligerent with the advent of Marilyn, resorting to all kinds of crawling around the vent in the middle of the night so as to taunt Marilyn.

    So, I always made sure Marilyn was in my room whenever the cat came in the backyard so that Marilyn could see me blast the thing with a good high pressure burst, because I wanted the vulnerability of this bully-cat to be apparent to Marilyn, as well as the certainty that whenever I laid eyes on the thing, it’s being hydraulically evicted from the premises in about two seconds was virtually assured.

    I enjoyed this greatly, and I could tell Marilyn was getting pretty into it too. How? Because sometimes I’d be working at my computer and hear some hissing in the garden followed a few seconds later by Marilyn trotting into my room and looking at me and going “mra” at which point I would leap down the hall with the hose blasting it out into the garden, the evil cat scampering away in terror.

    This evolved into Marilyn actually barelling down the hall herself *ahead of me* whenever I would do this, with a war-croak of “MRAAA” whenever this cat dared set foot in 399 Sackett Street.

    After a few episodes of this, Marilyn came to understand that the garden was well and truly hers, the cat came back rarely if ever, and Marilyn again conducted herself with the regal air befitting her prosperous physique. I’ll miss that cat.

    Comment by ooghe — February 19, 2007 @ 6:01 pm

  4. Twin A also used to try to get Marilyn to be a footwarmer. Sometimes she’d put up with it.

    Comment by Twin C — February 19, 2007 @ 9:51 pm

  5. I’m so sorry for your loss, C.
    1,000,000 smooches to you and PSB.

    Comment by Sydney — February 19, 2007 @ 10:20 pm

  6. I am catching up on all my blogs, and I’m sorry for my belated “I’m sorry”

    k

    Comment by kristen — March 12, 2007 @ 2:42 pm

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