So, last week was a big one. I’ve got some huge changes about to all kick off in my RL and while it’s not all bad, or at least it won’t be in the end, there’s a lot of practicalities and hard work to be undertaken in the meantime. And then, on Friday, my cat Darcy had to be put to sleep.
Regular readers of my blog will know that the old girl had some quirks I’ve mentioned. Her proclivity for peeing and pooping near (but not in) the litter box, her tendency to eat visitors or at least have a go at bringing them down and how she would lunch on anything at all.
My girl once ate a pan of cabbage I’d cooked and left to cool as it sat in its collander. I was late home one day and she tipped over a 10kg bag of cat food, ripped into it and ate her fill (and the fill of another 10 cats, judging by her protruding tummy). As a kitten, if I came home after going out with a kebab doused in chili sauce, she’d climb onto my hand and help herself to some, her whole little body jumping with shock when she hit the chili bits, but refusing to stop.
She could hear the opening of a packet of cheese from a distance of about a mile and would make it her business to get some, no matter how much she had to tell me she wanted it (stupid human), but to her, brie wasn’t food, she preferred cheddar or goats cheese.
She loved my feet best of all of me. I could persuade her to kiss me if she was in the right mood (by dobbing noses), but mostly she snuggled up with my feet, cuddling them to her or wedging herself between them. Her other favourite place was my butt, and she’d insert herself so firmly, sometimes I felt like I had a cat wedgie.
She was quiet mostly. A few miaows here and there to let me know when she wanted something, but mostly just welcoming chirrups and a devastatingly cute purr/staring combo she’d use on me to make me feel loved.
She had a variety of names, aside from the official one. Darce the Arse, L’il Miss Pissy Pants, Poopy Trousers and more, but those are the most common.
She was almost 18 years old and at the moment, I’m feeling her absence like some part of me has been forcibly removed. We’d been through so much together, so many changes. She was my friend and a part of my family and that has all gone now. I am bereft.
What to wear in Second Life today?
Visit | Netherwood
Pose | Le Poppycock – Footnote Pack B, prev C88, try (Le Poppycock Mainstore)
Gloves | **RealEvil** Coraline Gloves [Mait/SliCas/SliEle] (RealEvil Mainstore : RealEvil Marketplace)
Hair | .Shi – Hearken Light Blondes (.Shi Mainstore)
Dress | Addams Aurora BabyDoll – Opaque/Transparent [Mait/2Sli/3Bell] (Addams Mainstore : Addams Marketplace)
Shoes | Addams – Benicio Shoes – Mid Feet [Mait/Sli/Bell] (Shoetopia, 25 Mar – 8 Apr)
Shoetopia gave up more goodies in the form of Addams Benicio Shoes which are for mid-height feet. With versions for Maitreya, Slink and Belleza, there’s an option for most meshed up people and the options for variation in the provided HUD are awesome, making them a versatile and valuable addition to your inventory.
The Addams Aurora BabyDoll isn’t new, but it is wonderful and adaptable and sometimes I wear it out (tart) but you can get it at Addams Mainstore or from their marketplace and neither are the RealEvil gloves which are a must-own item to pep up any outfit.
Here’s some more pics including a well lit, no shit…
Here’s my jigging for the rigging video –