Leslie Lee’s Weblog

Olivia is on day 3 of her first fever. I think she’s pretty much over it though. She has been so sad and a little bit pathetic, it was almost cute.

Last week I started doing a lot more walking than usual, since Olivia is sitting up now she can go in the big girl stroller (as opposed to be in the baby carrier/car seat stroller) so walks now have a whole new meaning. She sits up and looks around and actually enjoys going places, which in turn totally wears her out and she takes nice long afternoon naps now! (yay!) I also have my girlfriends kids during the week, so we all walk to the park to play and everybody (including me) gets worn out.

On Saturday Olivia and I got up early and walked about 3 miles before it got hot, and then we went to a birthday party at the park near our house, which I walked back and forth to twice. So on Sunday, I wasn’t that surprised that my joints and muscles were all sore. But I sacked up, and Famileezy packed ourselves up and went on a little day trip to Half Moon Bay. It was freezing, I was sore, but I still strapped on that Baby Bjorn and hiked around carrying a 16lb baby attached to my chest – I’m a trooper. It was Olivia’s first time to the beach, although we didn’t actually go on the beach because we’re not exactly planners, and we got there as soon as everybody else was leaving because of high tide. So we went for a little hike instead. It was nice, especially because the weather at the coast is nothing like it is here.

Monday came, and I was even more sore than Sunday, because I went hiking. But I pulled it together, and I was determined to walk all the way over to Murdock Park to check out that daytime crowd – a whole other story that I’ll get to if Olivia’s nap lasts long enough. So I downed a handful of Motrin (I’m exaggerating) & took the 5000 pound (exaggerating, again) double stroller with Olivia and Brayden and trekked the 1.25mi each way. And guess what? Tuesday I felt even worst. I was run down and pooped. This could not just be from the extra exercising, could it? Maybe it’s because of my new schedule. I went on maternity leave the first week in March, and then when I was working at the Mail Counter this summer I didn’t start until 12:30, so me and Olivia have become accustom to sleeping in until atleast 9am. I mean, I haven’t gotten up early in like six months! Now I have to get up at 6am to shower and dry my hair, because if I don’t then it just doesn’t happen that day- notice how I didn’t say get dressed, because yeah, that really doesn’t happen, I shower and put my pj’s right back on. Anyways, so maybe I’m sore and dragging because I’m not used to getting up this early, and I’m still on my regular schedule of going to bed after midnight…

Yeah, maybe. Or not. Wednesday I came down with a fever. Crap. Yup, I felt like total crap. Then I found out that one of my friends who was at that birthday party on Saturday was just diagnosed with strep throat! Fabulous. That’s when I started to kind of freak out. Here I’ve been coming down with this since Sunday, and I didn’t even know it. AND I’ve been hanging out with 3 kids during the contagious stage! If I have strep and I gave it to everybody, I’m gonna feel sooooo bad! So in a panic, I called Kaiser.

I found out that Kaiser Santa Clara has a strep walk-in clinic, no appointment needed. So that Wednesday after the kids went home, I went and got swabbed. (I had a 102.4 temp too!) Twenty four hours later, I found out no strep! Whew!!

Just the flu I guess, but it suckED!! Wednesday night Olivia slept horribly, maybe it was the heat, maybe it was her getting sick, but Thursday she had a steady 101 fever all day. We went over my mom’s house, which is air conditioned, and I think that helped. Livie took a few good long naps, which she wasn’t doing at home, probably because our house is like an inferno.

Today we’re hangin at my mom’s again. Olivia’s temperature is down, but she’s super cranky. No smiles for Mommy, just mean muggin. She just wants to be held, but not talked to. Or to be tickled or any other attempt to make her even seem pleasant. Just held. Don’t dare put her down or all hell breaks loose. Not cute. It’s hard. You feel bad that she feels bad, yet your toatally annoyed that you can’t do anything, literally NOTHING.

And I do believe that this whole process is just about to start all over again. John just texted me that he’s feeling sore. Great. He’s going to be harder to deal with than Olivia!

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Okay, wait. Before you read on, here’s my disclaimer. I am not age discriminating, nor racist. My mom is a grandmother, as well as Asian, and she is great. I am Asian, or atleast half, but I am married to an Asian, and my child is definitely Asian as well, not that that makes any difference,  but I just want to put that out there. Oh, and we all speak English, well, John also speaks Korean, but we all speak English. Well, Olivia doesn’t yet, but she will. But, okay, read on….

I’ve started going to the park on a somewhat daily basis, and I have new park friends. Other stay-at-homer’s. They are all in their (atleast) 70’s, and don’t speak a lick of english. Not one word. You know, the ones that wear 70’s colored plaids with 80’s floral prints and slippers and do tai chi and/or just swing their arms around and/or shuffle around with their hands clasped behind their backs. Yup, those are my new friends. Well actually, at Rainbow, nobody talked to me, but I thought that maybe this was just the case at Rainbow Park, the one closes to my house. So I’ve ventured out, I tried Murdock Park which is a little farther, and I got all excited because I saw some white kids playing on the playground. But they were Russian. Their mom’s only spoke Russian. But the old Chinese grandparents at this park were way more friendly than the Rainbow crowd, though. They came and talked to me, I didn’t understand a word they were saying, but they didn’t care. Then I tried out Calabazas Park, which is even farther, about one and a half miles from my house, and that place was crowded! With all Chinese grandparents. They were friendly as well. It’s funny how they all like to tell me that I have a “big” baby. 4 Chinese women have mimed to me that Olivia is a chubster, they blow out their cheeks and open their arms, laugh and pat her thigh. Good thing I’m not sensitive!

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So it’s about 9:00pm now and I thought I’d update you on the rest of my afternoon.

Well apparently John isn’t that sick because he’s out with the guys. First he invites me to dinner with everyone, then plans change and now they’re just playing pool at someones house. And he’s confused why I wouldn’t want to go. Uh, hello? We have a baby, not just any baby but a super cranky baby that’s had a fever for the past few days. I swear…

So now I’m sitting here at home, starving. It’s way too hot to cook anything. Oh well. I’ll starve.

As for Olivia – I don’t know what to think. I mean, I was sick and had a fever, so it’s logical to think that that’s what’s wrong with her, but I’m not sure that it is. I think she’s teething. Fevers come with teething, right? She’s always been a major drooler, so I can’t blame that on teething. But this crankiness and the biting and eating everything could be teething. (jees, how many times can I write teething in one paragraph??) I don’t see anything coming through, and I don’t feel anything, but my mom swears she feels something sharp in her bottom gums. I don’t. But that’s not to say there isn’t a tooth trying to get through. Who knows. All I can say for sure is that my baby was not an angel today. And I’m ready for bed. On an empty stomach. Thanks a lot John!

Here are some pics of Olivia sitting up (yes, I know, in a dirty onesie. She’s covered in drool and sweet potato.)

Olivia got her new high chair a couple weeks ago, and we absolutely LOVE it! She can sit up pretty good now, so it’s great having her at the dinner table with us!

BTW, today she is 5 months old!

(Man, those are some thighs!!)

John’s birthday was earlier this month, his big 3-0 birthday! Wow.

I feel sort of bad, we didn’t do too much to celebrate, I mean no more than usual. He’s not really one for a big celebration in his honor, but we celebrated nonetheless. The day before his birthday my family came over for dinner, it was nice. I made asian style curry with beef and veggies, it turned out really good. I haven’t made it in a really long time, and I didn’t have time to run to the market for meat, but I had a pot roast I was planning on cooking later in the week. So I just cut that up, seared it and let it stew all day in the curry sauce with onions, carrots and potatoes, it turned out sooooo much better than I thought it would! I even impressed myself! My gift to John? I bought him Kimchee (Korean pickled cabbage) to eat with his curry. I hate kimchee more than anything in the world, well just about. It smells sooooo bad and contaminates everything else around it. I don’t let him have it in our house, I figure he can go to his mom’s house if he’s craving it. So that was my generous gift to him, it’s the thought that counts right??

I bought the kimchee at this asian market which I’ve never been in before, and they have this amazing bakery, it’s beautiful! I bought this chocolate mousse cake that had these really pretty chocolate flowers on top. Omg, it was really good. I could’ve eaten the whole thing myself! It was really light and fluffy and not too sweet, and just plain delicious! Next time I get pregnant I think I’m going to live on the Asian mousse cakes! I miss the way food tasted 100x’s better when I was preggers! Gawd, that was a good cake!

Here are some pics…oh, btw, the cake was only $14.95 too!

Oooo, see my “new” orange table? Why does it look so small?? I think something’s wrong with the camera, my grandma looks like a little gnome too, but then John looks gigantic! What is going on?!? 

Oh, so speaking of cool & funky, I have been totally obsessed with Tori & Dean : Home Sweet Hollywood. Anybody else? They are really cute, but what has really captured me is Tori’s taste in interior decorating. They bought a new house, and renovated it and it is sooooo beautiful! I wish I had the time and money to do my house like that, or even better, have Tori Spelling come over and redo my house! Everything she did is exactly as I would do it, but my most favorite thing, that I am on a mission to find is her kitchen chairs, omg, I love them! I would give John’s right nut for them! (but don’t tell him that) Here’s a link where you can view the before and after photos of the McDermott’s new house, I could look at it all day!

http://www.oxygen.com/tvshows/ToriandDean/photogallery_beforeafter.aspx

In Olivia news, she has been a royal pain in my middle of the night ass. No, that’s not nice to say, but she has been waking up every 2 to 3 hours at night for the last week. My mom said that was a sign that she’s ready for the solids. And I think she’s right. She started late last week, and didn’t have a clue as to what she was doing. I’ve now fed her solids a handful of times and dang, that girl picks up fast! Well, I don’t know why I’m so surprised, but this girl LOVES to eat! She already knows that if that spoon is coming towards her mouth you gotta open pretty big to get that food in, and if I don’t move fast enough she knows all she has to do is rub her hands all over her face and then suck on those! Yum-o! Here are some super cute photos of MissLivie and her sweet potatoes…

Omg, could she be any cuter? I just don’t know where she came from! But she sure is becoming one funny little person.

There is so much more to report on, but it will have to wait.

Until next time, good night!

Tonight I found out what happened to Felix. A raccoon.

There was one in our garage!

I feel totally violated. And I’m totally grossed out.

So I guess when John found Felix last week, half of his face was missing. You could only imagine what happened to him, I mean I’m sure it didn’t just fall off.

The same thing happened to my childhood rabbit, Holly. A raccoon got her and ate off her whole face and brain.

It makes me sad to think that Felix died because he was defending our house. He’s always been a super tough guy, very proud. He always fought with this black cat in our neighborhood because it was always coming in our backyard. Felix was never one to back down. I’m sure that’s what happened with the raccoon.

I’m not too worried about Spike (our other cat) because he’s a huge wimp and I’m sure he would never stand up to a raccoon. But I do feel bad, like I need to protect him. I’m just worried about letting him in the house with his previous peeing problem and with the baby.

So, I don’t know if this was a smart idea or a really stupid idea, but we closed the cat door into the garage (which is how the raccoon got in) and blockaded it with various pieces of large junk and locked Spike in there for the night. I’m scared that that icky raccoon will get in there, and Spike will be totally defenseless. That would be the worst.

What to do. What to do…

I think I’m going to go warn the neighbors tomorrow, and call animal control. They do something about animals like that if they’ve done damage like killing a pet, right?

Oh, btw, John chased after that raccoon with his rifle bee bee gun (is that how you spell bee bee?) but we didn’t get it, not that little bee bees would do anything to that fat thing…

Anyways, any input on how to deal with this is welcome.

What a week from hell! You have no idea how glad I am that it’s Saturday!

Friday was supposed to be my last day at the Mail Counter, and of course, I had to find my own replacement. So Last week I posted an ad on craigslist and this very nice older woman came in to hand in her resume. She seemed like a sweet woman who really needed a job. She had emailed her resume, came in to hand it in and followed up with another email and a phone call, I thought that the disparity of it was a good sign – she wouldn’t quit, right? My mom also met her and thought she was very nice, and since the Mail Counter is a one man show, we both thought that maybe someone more mature would be more reliable. I called her in for an interview, and she brought me cake, so I was able to overlook her overuse of the words “honey” and “sweetie” & I hired her.

Her first day was Friday. I told her to be there at 12:30, when we open, she said she would be early (I told her there was no reason to be early, just be on time,  I wouldn’t be there until 12:30, so…) She showed up at 1:10, not a good sign. I went through things with her, had her read through all the detailed manuals that give step-by-step directions, and had her observe what to do when a customer came in. I was very patient when this woman came in looking for some dr’s offices, but what she was lookingfor was a few blocks down the street, I didn’t say much when Elle (that’s the old bag’s name) totally talked over me, givingthis lady directions, even though this was her first time in this area. And I didn’t say much when she ended every stinkin sentence with “honey”. It was exhausting. Then the UPS guy came in. He’s a really nice guy. He had warned me that if she called him honey more than twice he was gonna be annoyed. He had been in there, I swear 3 minutes, and there were 2 honey’s. He looked at me, “That was twice”. Some popcorn had burned in the microwave, and so we were chatting about that, Elle was saying that she liked that smell because it reminded her of when she worked at the movie theater when she was 15 – there was the opening. UPS guy replied with, “Was that when they still showed silent films?” A joke. A jab, but a joke nonetheless. Someone with a sense of humor, any sense of humor would at the least blow it off. Omg, she got all upset & nasty, raised her voice &I told Chuck that he was a jerk and blah blah blah. She couldn’t stand to even be there any more so she left for the bathroom, and stayed in there until he left! This is her first day, mind you, and she is already not getting along with the UPS guy, who comes in ev-eryday, who I told her is the closest thing to a co-worker she’s going to have. And she already told him that she hates him, with no sarcasm whatsoever. Sign #1.

At the Mail Counter we do these monthly mailers for a retirement group, the Trail Tips. I hate doing these. They’re these big 18×11 sheets of paper that need to be folded twice, stapled, labeled, and then postmarked. There are about 400 of them. It’s the worst part of the job. I seriously hate doing these. Elle said, oh it’s not that bad & offered to take them home for the weekend and do them. Wow, I thought, what a really nice gesture. That almost made up for how annoying she was all day.

Come Monday, she’s on time. Good sign. I give her instructions on putting the mail away, just like I did on Friday, she doesn’t listen and makes a big mess of it all. I go through and explain, again, how the mail comes in bundles – one bundle is for Bushnell & Assoc, one bundle is of all the mail for the suites upstairs in our building, the other bundle is for the Mail Counter mailboxes. I told her ALWAYS sort the suites first, because they come to pick up their mail first. Then sort the large items like magazines & manila envelopes first… So what does she do? She unbundledall the mail and has it all spread (and mixed together) on the counter. Uh, hello?? Did you hear anything I said?? Then she starts yelling at me about how I didn’t explain it well enough, and if I don’t give her a reason WHY she should do it that way, then she’ll never understand it. I swear on my dead cat, I told her how and why to do it atleast 4 times!! This was going to be a long day. I went through the same procedures that we did on Friday again, and told her that I was goingto go upstairs and leave her alone, and see how everything goes by herself. Partly for that reason, but really because I was going to strangle her with all her “honey”-ing and her overall annoyance. By this time it was already like 2 o’clock, so I only stayed upstairs for like an hour or so. When the UPS guy came, it was someone else because Chuck was on vacation, so what does this crazy old lady do? Starts tellingthis new guy what a jerk Chuck is and how mean he was, and how he’s this and that. Now is that a mature thing to do? Especially on your second day of work??

The rest of the week I mostly stayed upstairs, and tried to avoid her as much as possible. All I had to do was get through the week, and I never had to see her again. Oh, btw, if she needed anything or had any questions, all she had to do was buzz me on the intercom and I was right there, and every once in a while I’d buzz her down there to check she was alright and not having any problems. She was always doing “great, this is as easy as pie, honeeeeey!” (always with the super annoying long eeeeeee at the end)

OH!! I forgot to say!! The Trail Tips (monthly mailer she so generously took home for the weekend), well she got them done and they were all ready to go on Monday, except for the postage. You know how she got them done so quickly?? SHE TOOK THEM TO STAPLES, AND HAD THEM FOLD THEM FOR HER!!! It cost her about $10 that she paid for out of her own pocket. Uh…wouldn’t that be considered part of the job of working here? To fold them yourself…oh well, that’s her own prerogative I guess.

So anyways, Thursday. Vicki goes down stairs to use the computer and Elle is sitting there in the lobby waiting for me to get there, it was about 12:20. Vicki let her into the Mail Counter and Elle says to her, “I’m going to ask Leslie to stay with me today, I have so many questions” So of course Vicki calls me on my cell to warn me so I’m not totally caught off guard. So I get there at 12:30, and this is exactly how she greets me:

“Oh you’re here. You need to stay down here today and actually help me with this. I have a ton of questions that you just aren’t answering. Tomorrow’s your last day and I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Okay. This comes after I asked her everyday, ten times a day, if she had any questions or needed anything clarified. I asked her what questions she had. She starts telling, I swear, a ten minute story on how the UPS pick up worked at Office Max or wherever she used to work, until I finally had to interrupt her, “okay, so what question do you have about OUR program?” “Well it just seems backwards that here….” I politely give her the answer to her question – a simple answer, “No, we do not record drop off UPS packages, so if you, personally, do not ship a package out of our computer, then there will be no end of day slip.” Plain and simple, right? Then she asks about packages that have been sitting in the window all week, she’s asked about them everyday. Everyday I give her the same answer, “Those are Monica’s packages, she works upstairs, she knows they’re there, Brent will probably bring his truck around and pick them up, so don’t worry about it.” “Well, how did they get there? Who brought them??” “They deliver in the morning, so Vicki lets them in” “Who is they??” ”UPS or FedEx, whoever delivers, but it doesn’t really matter who the delivery person was, I’m sure Brent or Monica will pick them up, so you can just ignore them, you don’t have to do anything with those packages.” Holy cow. She starts going off, yelling and screaming this and that, how she’s asking me questions and I’m blowing her off, telling her just to ignore things and this and that.  Omg. I’m totally cool the whole time, trying really hard not to throw the stapler that is sitting in front of me at her head. Instead, I said something about how her attitude wasn’t going to help either of us, and if she was done attacking me we could move on to the rest of her questions

“NONE. (pouting) You don’t want to hear it from me. You don’t want to hear anything from me!”

Omg, are you serious?? This is a 67 year old woman (much older than I thought, by the way) and she’s acting worse than my first graders at school. By this time, I was pissed. So I told her fine then, and I’m going to let her finish the mail, an I’ll be back down when she’s done. I opened the door to leave, and she says, “Well I was going to tell you something…” Okay, what is it? “You’re baby is gassy because of all that chili you’ve been eating!” Omg, I just looked her straight in the eye with my most evil look and said to her, “Do you really think that that is ANY of your business?!” (back story, Olivia has been gassy at night, and not sleeping that well this week, that came up in our small talk, and I brought left over chili for lunch on Monday, and only Monday)

That’s when I decided that I hate this woman. I stormed upstairs, pissed as hell and told Vicki and Ron that I was done with her and I didn’t care if I have to stay another week, I’m firing the bitch! So I did. Fired her ass right out of there. Well, when I first walked back in she started apologizing for being grumpy, blaming it on being in so much pain (?) Emotional or physical, I don’t know (she had told me that her brother passed away in June, and out of 5 brothers and sisters, and her own 2 kids, he was the only one that spoke to her – does that tell you something, or what??) I said, “That’s okay, but I don’t think that this is going to work out” Ha ha. She lost it again, started yelling at me, wanted a reason why, wanted her $10 back for getting the Trail Tips folded – uh, no. That’s your job, that’s why we pay you $12/hr! She called me mean, called me a bitch, slammed the gate, stormed out the door and left. 20 minutes later, she called, as nice as could be and thanked me for firing her, saying that was the best decision she’sever made to leave this job, it just wasn’t right for her. What a senile old bootch.

So I posted another ad on Craigslist, interviewed 9 people on Friday, went back to the typical Mail Counter employee and hired a 24 year old video game tester, he’s pretty cute, too. Hopefully he works out, and if he doesn’t – not my problem! Hopefully he’s less annoying than Elle, but that won’t be that hard. So now I have to work next Thursday and Friday. Britney (yes, that Britney) is going to train this new guy Monday through Wednesday and then I’ve got him the last two days. Then I’m DONE, never to return again! JOY!

Sad news today. John found our cat, Felix, passed away. He was only ten years old. I got Felix when I was going through a rough patch in my life, when I felt lost. He helped me get through that time.

I thought that I’d share the extraordinary story of when I got Felix….

I would visit the Humane Society from time to time, mainly just to look, but one day I was in the back room filled with cats and there he was. The cutest little puff ball of a kitten. He was tiny. So tiny he fit in the palm of my hand. He was a little long haired grey tabby. He had big ole eyes and the saddest scratch on his nose from the bars of the kennel. I immediately fell in love and had to save him.

I was living with my grandma at the time. She said NO WAY. So I went over my mom’s house. I told my sister about the cat – who had to stay at the shelter to be neutered, but I was picking him up the next day. We knew my mom wouldn’t let me keep him at her house, but we came up with a plan. Jodi and I went to pick up the kitten together the next day. It was raining. Almost home, we stopped in the parking lot of Old Navy, which used to be where the PW Super is today. We took this sweet little kitten out of his box and rolled him in a nasty muddy puddle.

We got back to my mom’s house, and said, “Oh MY Gawd!! Look what we found!” I’m sure she knew we were full of crap, and after lots of pleading and whining she let me keep the cat. Well, actually she let me move in and keep the cat. I had to share a room with Jodi, well actually, I had to sleep in her bed. With her. It was cozy. The three of us slept together. Me, Jodi and Felix. Felix would actually sleep across the back of my neck. He was such a cuddler!

So as tiny as he was we’d let him go outside and play with Oscar, my mom’s cat. Well all day I hadn’t seen the little guy, I was panicked. My mom got home from the store and I asked her if she’d seen Felix. No. BUT she was just at Orchard and saw this girl walking around the store asking if anyone had lost this little kitten that looked just like mine. Weird, she said. Turns out that Felix climbed up into the wheel well of my mom’s Suburban, she drove all the way to Orchard Supply Hardware, Felix jumped out, and this girl found him in the parking lot. I swear still to this day I don’t know how he did it, he was only 10 weeks old. I cried. I didn’t think that I’d ever see him again. I made literally hundreds of LOST flyers with colored pictures of him, I spent days hanging them all over town. But I thought it was a lost cause. Who would ever give such a darling kitten back??

Two weeks went by, my heart was still broken. I was at the movies with John & Chris, and my mom paged me. Yes, pagedme – hey, this was 1998, okay? Someone had called the house and said they had my Felix!! It was this nice family that had seen one of my flyers at Petco. They had put a flea collar on him, and he got sick. They went to Petco to find out what meds to give him and they saw my flyer. The scar on his nose from the kennel bars made him recognizable. They were nice enough to give him back, although reluctantly. They said how much their whole family loved him, and how he would cuddle with all their kids at night, they would all take turns.

So I got my Felix back. I couldn’t believe it. He grew up to be a gigantic cat. He weighed 23lbs. He looked even bigger because he was long haired and had a huge mane. He was definitely a vocal cat, too. He just loved to talk and had a lot to say. When we lived in the apartment on Saratoga, it was quite annoying. Prior to that we lived at my dad’s house, and he went outside and chased bugs and birds, but when we moved into the apartment he became an indoor cat. He was pissed and let everybody know it. When we moved into the duplex on Market Street, he stayed an indoor cat and he was still pissed. He managed to escape a couple times, but always came back. It was there that we weren’t allowed to have cats, and I was so afraid that his loud almost human cries would give us away.

When we moved into our house we just couldn’t keep him in. The first year was the worst. He would get in fights all the time. I don’t know how many trips to the vet we made that year. He had to had a tube put in his head twice because he got tagged in the head from another cat, it got infected and filled with puss. That was awful. I am not a good nurse, and don’t stomach nasty stuff like drainage well. But the last two years have been better. We debated making him stay inside, but knew that would just make him miserable.

When we got Cash I think Felix was pissed. Spike, our other cat, didn’t mind him at all. But Felix wanted to make sure that that dog knew who was in charge. But he didn’t come in the house much after that. That’s when both the cats pretty much became garage cats. That was Felix’s choice, and Spike got banished out there about a year ago because he kept peeing in the house and we got new carpet. But Felix helped him get used to it. We’d go out there and the two of them would be cuddled together on a pile of old towels or blankets. They’re the same kind of cat, long haired grey tabbies, so when they cuddled they looked like a gigantic two headed cat. Too funny. I hope Spike can cope with loosing his big brother. He’s never been without him. That makes me really sad.

We don’t know how Felix died. He wasn’t very old. We don’t think he was sick. He was just laying on the side of the house, John said it looked like he just passed out. He wasn’t curled up in a ball, he wasn’t hiding in the corner, he was just layed out in the middle of the walkway. It had been about a week since the last time I saw him, but sometimes that was normal. I just hope that he’s happy up in kitty heaven, eating canned tuna and punking all the mean black cats that get in his way. (There’s a mean black cat in our neighborhood that we think was the one that sent Felix to the vets all those times, that wasn’t a racist comment) I hope he is cuddling and purring and getting all the pets I couldn’t give him. I am going to miss that big cat rubbing up against my legs and drooling every time he got a good scratch behind the ears.

Rest in peace, Felix. We miss you.

This is how he would sleep…weirdo!