Posts Tagged “twins”
Since Spider’s death 10 days ago, things have not been the same around here. I know that animals grieve the loss of a family member or close friend as much as us humans do, but obviously, their grief manifests in slightly different ways from ours. We can see the obvious signs of apathy, searching behaviour, clinginess or loss/increase of appetite, but what really goes through their little heads is something we cannot possibly understand.
Ruby absolutely adores Lugosi, but has never been very close to Spider. Nevertheless, the first few days after Spider’s passing she was very clingy and vocal, followed by now being rather withdrawn. The whole dynamics in our household are wrong now, and everybody knows how cats hate change!
Getting back to understanding Lugosi’s grief… I’m trying. And whenever I am close to Lugosi I do actually *feel* his pain, and it hurts me more than my own grief over Spider to see him suffer.
Lugosi and Spider have been together since birth and have never been apart (except for vet visits). Whereas I can talk to friends and family and creatively work through my grief, Lugosi has no little feline buddies he can “talk” to and grieve and share his pain with, so losing the “yin” to his “yang” must be a terrible blow to him and something he cannot understand or make sense of.
“He still isn’t back. It’s been such a long time and he’s not back. Even his smell is fading everywhere – let me stick my nose in the air and see if I can find some more scent of him…. [walks around the room] ah, there’s a little bit of him there, but it’s faint. And there too, but yesterday the same spot smelled more of him. There has also been nothing new deposited by him in our communal toilets for ages, and I have not seen my brother for the longest time now.
Is he going to come back? I don’t know. I am confused. I have never been separated from my twin and I don’t understand what has happened with him and where he went.
From the way the human acts, all confused and crying and acting very different from her usual self, there is something definitely not right. His smell is also no longer on her.
The girl [Ruby] has not been very helpful. She is suddenly more clingy than usual and I’m not in the mood for her. She has been acting strange and erratic too recently. My stomach has been sick and pooping has been painful for a few days. I really miss my brother, I don’t know if he will ever come back…”
I don’t know whether this is what he is thinking, because cognitive and sentient thoughts are really just how us humans think and relate, but no matter what, I am there for him if and when he needs me, and I tell him this, along with other reassuring words, various times a day. And that I LOVE HIM.
Hi furriends, Spider here. Since it was National Cat Day over in the U.S. of A. a few days ago, which promotes kitty adoptions, I thought I would share my and my brother Lugosi’s story of how we came to be with our mummy and found our forever home.
I guess either of us was too young to remember our first weeks of life, but at approx. six weeks of age, we found ourselves in a pet shop in East London, where a nice enough couple bought us in around September 1999. However, only six months months later we were kicked out of our home because a new stinky, screaming mini-human had arrived that turned out to be allergic to us! So we spent 2 weeks outside in the garden in the wet and cold UK winter before a friendly face from the local RSPCA shelter picked us up.
Things got worse though. All the freedom of being outside was taken from us and we were couped up in a large cage at the shelter. But at least they put us in there together and did not separate me from my twin bro!
So that is when one day soon after we arrived at the shelter, this weird gothic / punky looking lady came to see us. We thought, she didn’t seem so bad, so we put on our cutest behaviour and big, noisy purrs, to make a good impression. And it worked! She fell in love with us there and then!
But then things turned worse again. Before this lady came to take us home with her, we found ourselves in a smelly, scary veterinary clinic and we heard words like “neutering” and “removing the testes” that sounded very frightening to us, plus we were stuck with various needles (something called “vaccinations”) on top of all that. It was the worst time of our lives! But we are still here and did survive it all, even though we lost our “crown jewels” somewhere down the road…
Finally! The day came when the gothic looking lady (Barbarella) picked us up and took us both home with her. She had to sign some papers before doing so, and these sported our new names “Spider” and “Lugosi” – our previous names were “Pippin” and “Poo”.
So we were in this new house and we were scared as hell! We didn’t like all these new smells and sounds and it took us about a week to “come out” and enjoy our new forever home, with David (“the Daddy”) and Barbarella.
In 2003, David moved out though and I, in particular, missed him a lot because he would play Monopoly and the Pokemon Card Game with me and give me lots of treats involving beef.
But then things got even worse again… Mummy moved to another country with us!
We had to spend about 3 hours on a car journey to the airport, which my bro didn’t handle well and he was very sick and soiled himself even before we got there. We then spent another 5 hours or so inside the bottom of a noisy plane to fly to a tropical island called Lanzarote (Canary Islands, autonomous community of Spain), after which we spent the better part of 3 weeks under the bed because we were so frightened at living in yet another new place.
All is good now though, and we are still going strong at 17 years of age. We also have a 7 year old ginger sister called Ruby, who can be annoying at times, but we love her anyway.
So there you have it. That’s our story in a nutshell. Let us have your kitty’s story in the comments! 🙂
Yo bro! You know where I can score some good ‘nip?
Yes we are! 😀
… and inside (well, the balcony, that is!)
Since everybody always asks “How can you tell the two apart?”, here´s a pic showing how different the twins’ fur patterns are…
Spider (left) is what they call a “mackerel tabby” and Lugosi (right) is a “classic tabby”.
Lugosi (front) and his twin Spider, waiting for treats to fly into their moufs!
Lugosi (left) and his bro Spider at their daily supervised outing
Spider (left) and his twin bro Lugosi…
It´s all about blending in, y´know?
We can try, at least. 😉