in honour of Fury the cat

It was a reflective Easter week-end.

J1’s cat died in Hong Kong.  He rang me up and was upset and I was upset because he was upset.  Late at night he took it up The Peak and buried it.  The Peak is a big hill in Hong Kong and you would not go up there in the dark unless you are big and strong and not afraid.

He was worried about it getting dug up.  I was glad he hadn’t buried it in a bin liner.  To me it’s a comfort to disintegrate into the earth.  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust etc.  I prefer the idea of a wicker coffin for that reason.

The cat had a diagnosed heart condition and was considered unable to be rehoused by the local cat fostering charity.  He lived barely a year, but J1 had bonded with him.  He was real in a place where people are not always what they seem.  Take my Geisha experience for example.

The next day he ‘whatsapped’.

You’ll all be sad to know that Fury died last night.  He had a bad heart and had a heart attack with me comforting him.  While I am sad, I take comfort knowing I gave him a good life, albeit short.  In times like these I feel it’s important to reflect and understand what we can learn from the person (cat) we lost.  Fury taught me that no matter how much of an arsehole you are, someone will always love you!  There is hope for us all.  He also reminded me how delicious chicken is.  Here is a picture of Fury the first time he enjoyed chicken.