Remembering my cat Kali

My oldest cat, Kali, who passed away last October, would have turned 20 today.

Kali moved to my home in October 2009 at the age of four. She had had three litters of kittens with her previous owner, the firstborn, Olivia, already living with me.

 

 

Taking Kali was wrong, three cats were too many in a small apartment. Even though we moved to bigger apartments, over the years we thought about giving Kali to another home many times. Tabitha never liked Kali, just like she didn't like any other cats.

Kali had not yet been sterilized at the time, and during her first heat, she tried to offer herself to her daughter Olivia.

 

 

Kali couldn't use the cat litter boxes with doors, and at first I only took the door off one of the litter boxes. Kali didn't like it and peed in the wrong places.

Kali was a small, kind and social cat. That's why it was especially sad that she ended up being the only cat at the end of her life.

 

 

Before she died, Kali kept wanting to go to the balcony, but it was too cold. Now it's summer again, but Kali is no longer here to enjoy it. (The balcony pictures are from April 2011)

 

 

My life as a cat

Strange life. No drinking, no gaming. PS5 hadn't been started for a long time. Normally it would be on every day. I realized that there is a lot of free time in life when you're not gaming.

But then a news bombshell hit. Which I only found out about many weeks later. I had been waiting for a year (!) for the cat game Little Kitty, Big City to come to Playstation. And I found out about it two weeks after the release date. I rushed to buy it. And played through it twice. A wonderful game, of course a bit expensive considering its scope.

 

 

And when there are no school courses to do, there hasn't been much to do. I should write, and that is what I was meaning to do. But I should try to protect my eyes from overexertion. It hurts my eyes and they feel really dry.

Well, when I finally got around to starting, editing my first novel has been going well. I set a goal of sorts to finish that round by my birthday, so that I could then focus on my second (third) latest novel idea after that. The one I would most like to finish. It seems to be just under 27,000 words at the moment, so that would be enough work. Of course, there are still too many short story ideas coming.

 

 

Only I know how to ruin the kitchen rug by buying fish. The fish fat dripped onto the rug and then it smelled so bad that the whole apartment smelled of it.

I finally got to see a dental hygienist when the last appointment was canceled. I wanted to stop drinking tea so my teeth wouldn't stain again. It's hard for an addict to stop drinking tea cold turkey. A few days later I realized that life without tea isn't worth living. And I got a sore throat, which gave me an excuse to go back to drinking tea.

I had to have my passport photo taken on the same trip, and my passport has been ordered. I'd like to go to a bar in the summer, and go on that cruise. But how would I manage that? Just on the train ride, my legs would swell and hurt, not to mention all the other aches and fatigue.

 

 

Summer vacation

I cancelled my phone subscription at the beginning of March, and my bank account at the end of April. I thought I had handeled everything regarding that bank account. I was wrong. On May Day Eve my previous phone company informed me that the e-invoice from the old account would not work. It didn't even occur to me that I still had to pay for the previous phone sub. Now I have to pay extra for the paper invoice. And I don't know what the hell I'm going to get myself into, since I already paid that invoice, but the price of the paper invoice hadn't been added to it yet. I may have to go through an eternal loop of always paying a new paper invoice for a paper invoice.

I celebrated May Day Eve by finishing an essay and a PowerPoint presentation. Those were the last assignments of the spring semester, if you don't count the annoying retake exam. So it's summer vacation now! Of course I'd like to take some summer courses.

I "had" to eat chips in honor of May Day when I noticed that a big bag of them had expired. Well, they do go well with sour milk, but I don't think I'll buy them again.

 

Recently I found 7 pairs of sneakers in the wardrobe, only one of which had been used. I guessed that there must be a reason why I had stopped wearing them "halfway". I put them on for a May Day walk, and the truth was revealed. After the walk, the socks were torn at the ankles. On one foot, there was a big blister on the ankle, and on the other, on the little toe. So no more of those shoes. I guess I have to throw those shoes in the trash just because they tear one sock per walk, expensive walking.

I was going to start editing my first novel in honor of the summer vacation. During an earlier editing round, I already changed the "wrong" quotation marks to the right ones. But now the problem was that LibreOffice Writer changed the quotation marks to wrong ones sometime last year, and before that I hadn't had enough time to try to figure out why. So now I was getting nervous and ready to cry as I fought for hours with Writer's settings. I've already written about 13 short stories with "wrong" quotation marks. Well, I finally figured out that no other setting in Writer or even on the keyboard means anything if the setting AutoCorrect --> when typing is not on. So if I don't want autocorrection, I'm doomed to wrong quotation marks.

And only now did I realize that quotation marks are used differently in English and Finnish. In English, left- and right-handed are different, unlike in Finnish. Nice. I might want to write a Finnish and English document at the same time. So I would have to change the quotation mark settings all the time if I wanted them to go right. Well, they've been going wrong up until now. And for example, I can't stand the fact that in English you have to put a comma before the quotation mark.