December 24, 2008

Last night, I dug through a couple of recent shortboxes and pulled out a bunch of particular comics.  With several events recently concluded or nearing their end, I figured it was time to bring ’em all together. (That, and I plan to loan some to friends, particularly the craptacular Secret Invasion from Marvel–as I’ve begun saying, “Friends don’t let friends buy Secret Invasion.” (they will, however, let a friend read it so they know WHY not to buy it.)

Collated Secret Invasion, all my Final Crisis issues/tie-ins, Batman from/including Ressurection of R’as al Ghul to present (RIP/Last Rites), Superman (& the Legion of Super-Heroes, Brainiac, New Krypton), the “Thy Kingdom Come” saga in Justice Society (10-current, annual #1, Kingdom specials), plus the Green Lantern issues since Sinestro Corps wrapped up last year.

Point of this–in addition to loaning comics–is to try to re-read stuff myself. I’m curious if Batman RIP will make any more sense reading it straight through rather than with (a) month(s) between issues. Also curious at reading some of the other series straight through in a sitting instead of across half a year or more.

I’ve got today off work since it’s Christmas Eve. However, I’ve been up since my usual time for getting up, thanks to an itunes “radio” channel I was listening to.  A song came on aparently called “Mean Kitty,” and it was quite amusing to me. Checked YouTube for anything on it, and discovered that’s actually where it originated–this guy made a music video about his “mean kitty” (turns out kitty wasn’t mean, kitty just wanted attention). And there’re quite a few follow ups. Needless to say, I blew nearly an hour and a half goin’ through the videos ‘n such.

I miss Christy. Though we had a close call with her several years ago (told she’d be lucky to make it two weeks), we got 3 more years with her. And because I personally didn’t really SEE her sick, it never really hit me what it would mean to really lose her.

And yet I’ve tried to brace myself for losing Kayla for years now–she’s 18, which is PHENOMENAL for a cat, especially when I’ve been stuck on a stat from years ago that the average cat lives 7-12 years. And Kayla’s got her share of health things such that I have no illusions of having more than maybe a few more months with her. But in that morbid, NOT-wanting-it-to-ever-have-to-happen way, I’ve “expected” her to go first. And then to go from one day Christy’s sick to a coule days later she’s got leukemia to a couple days later she’s GONE….and leaving her laying where she was, not picking her up, not holding her, simply telling her “don’t die….” and trusting that I’d see her a few days later…

Well, it’s Christmas Eve. Sure doesn’t feel like it.

Maybe it’ll set in later.


12 weeks

December 18, 2008

It’s been 12 weeks today since losing Christy.

She was our younger cat–‘only’ 13 1/2 years old (Kayla–our older–hit 18 about 2 1/2 months ago).

Seeing what losing her has done in me….makes me fear all the more what losing Kayla will do.