Freddy’s breeder Karin posted today:
“Lilla Bertil (bror med Märta, Alfred, Greta och Kerstin) har somnat in.
2½ år ung. Urinstopp.
Enl ägarna var han den bästa katten ever.”
Which means “Little Bertil (brother with Martha, Alfred, Greta and Kerstin) has fallen asleep.
2 1/2 years young. Urinary blockage.
According to the owners he was the best cat ever.” Apparently, it came on very quickly, as urinary blockages can do.
I can’t imagine how we would feel to lose Freddy, our lovable boss chonk and break in artist, and I can’t imagine how Bertil’s owners must feel. We actually had first choice between the two brothers…
My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend, Freddy’s littermate, has stopped running today. Sleep well in Tuonela, darling Bertil.
(PS…fear not, regular posts will return shortly. Between the Finland trip and acclimating Dashiell, I had a little bout of pneumonia. But I promise to get the posts back on track soon!)
Two years ago this week, we went to Stockholm and met Alfred in person for the first time.
We’ve actually known him and his four littermates on Facebook almost from the day he was born.
He was a little character from the start.
I think he was born hungry.
But going to see him and four other kittens running around in real life…that was an experience.
Karin always called Freddy her “little philosopher,” and, true to the name, he took a little break from the boisterous kitten rodeo to sit on the cat tree and look out the window.
The funniest thing I remember from my first meeting with Freddy was when his mother decided it was time to go to bed. She picked him up and carried him upstairs to the bedroom.
Or tried to. Like most children, Freddy wasn’t ready to go to bed yet.
It took Mom a few tries to get a good hold. Our Freddy is a fighter!
But finally, she got a good, if awkward, grip on him…
…and Freddy was off to bed.
When I first met him, Freddy was a handsome little guy…
…and, two years later, he still looks the same.
This is the second installment of posts about Alfred’s family. I was lucky enough to get to meet both of his parents, all of his littermates, and some other relations as well. Today we’ll meet Freddy’s mom and littermates. Last week’s post is here.
Alfred’s mother, Artemis, is devoted to her kittens. She went from having a singleton, Beaver, to a very active litter of five. Five is a large litter by Abyssinian standards!
When we went to visit the family, Artemis was present, monitoring her brood and making sure the visitors behaved.
Monitoring five kittens is a lot of work!
Especially these kittens! At times, they seemed to fly around the living room!
She took time to spend a little one-on-one time with each kitten. Here she feeds Freddy’s brother, Bertil…
…until she decided he was finished.
She also spent a little quality time with both her sons. Freddy and Bertil have a little cuddle, wash and snack with mum.
His sisters were busy, too. Märta and Greta were very interested in me, my camera, and my phone.
Meanwhile, Kerstin played on the climbing board.
I wonder if fighting his siblings for a place at the milk bar is what made him so food-obsessed?