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!)
This is the third 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 see a little bit of Freddy’s relationship with his mother. Last week’s post is here.
While we were visiting Alfred and his littermates, Artemis, their mother, decided that Freddy needed to go upstairs to bed.
Although she’s had several litters, Artemis seems a little unclear on the whole “carrying kittens by their scruffs” concept.
She sort of carried him by his front neck.
Of course, it didn’t help that Freddy wasn’t sleepy and didn’t want to go to bed upstairs.
Okay, upstairs we go, little man.
…A slight readjustment of grip…and we’re carrying, we’re carrying…
Come on, you little brat…cooperate. Mommy needs…I mean, YOU need a nap!
Mother knows best, after all.
…And up the stairs she whisks him.
Say goodnight, Freddy.
But what’s funny is, when Freddy wants to grab Logan by the scruff…he usually grabs him by the throat, just like his mother did to him. The only difference is, Logan doesn’t put up with it.
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?