Clawdia died

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We have a handyman who buried her. She was his cat too..It is amazing the stuff he puts up with...Aside from the repetative mental imagry (which confirms that it did really happen and she is really dead), I am doing well enough I suppose...

I feel bad that I did not help bury her because I was too upset and squeamish...

We still have our Lovey cat, who has expressed no interest in going outside.

Clawdie didn't for the longest time...but it was such a beautiful day yesterday. We had our emergency door open and she was creeping out onto the exit ramp, and seemed really happy to get some sunshine and fresh air, as we live in a big windowless warehouse that is sorta like a cave, and the air can get bad from the paint fumes and construction dust.

Apparently she ran out the front entrance and into the street when someone left the front door propped wide open....they were carrying in equipment.

I am sorry for your loss. I am not too good at this stuff but I hope time is a great healer for you.
Take care
Suzie

I can't believe you live in a warehouse, do you have to pay rent or how does that work? (Sorry to change the subject, but I'm interested in that possibility.)

It's good that you can have a grave for her. When she was run over, she must have died immediately, there probably was no pain because of the shock. So while it is really heartbreaking that she is gone, at least she didn't suffer. And she was lucky in her life to be loved, and have such a caring companion as yourself, and your other cat for company.

We are pretty sure she died instantly.. ...The warehouse actually has a backyard...louie buried her under a little tree.
Technically we don't "live" here...we just spend every waking and sleeping hour here.

We pay rent, but the rent is fairly inexpensive for 7,500 square feet....it is the same amount we were paying at our last location, which was 2,800 square feet...The catch is that it has taken thousands of dollars to build the place up..and that is with people vollunteering their labor and whatnot....(I am referring to the venue I help run)....our last location was not a warehouse, it was a former machine shop that had also been a theater and a couple of churches.

I have known people who lived in smaller warehouses that didn't take as much work and they were really awesome and beautiful places to live.....wide open spaces...high ceilings...art everywhere..etc....I have also know folks who lived in warehouses where you had to be really careful about where you stepped...

In some parts there is a sorta trendy warehouse-dwelling movement....I guess that has been happening in Houston for a while....Real estate developers will buy up all the old warehouses and fix them up and jack up the price and rent them out as artist lofts....or rent them out for cheap and then the artists fix them up and then when the artists go away for whatever reason, the landlord will jack up the rent for the next artists who come along...

Our place was a definite fixer-upper. When we got here, the place was packed with shelves upon shelves of old cash register parts.

In some places the zoning is such that people can't legally live in warehouses. Houston doesn't have any zoning laws, but certain elements need to be in place in order for a dwelling to be deemed habitable.

A particularly large warehouse art-colony nearby was cracked down upon recently because noone was supposed to be living there....

Anywhoo..I have not been able to do much of anything today...I want to have bounced back from Clawdia's death, but it has not exactly happened yet. I am still pretty teary...i still keep seeing her lying in the street...Or I keep thinking i see her out of the corner of my eye...

Then also,...might as well mention it in this thread...last night my venue had a really big party...it was the 5th anniversary of the Free Press...a local art/politics rag we advertise in...and somebody called the fire marshal on us and we are shut down...temporarily.....

All shows between now and March 4th, the date of our inspection have been cancelled. This is the second time someone has called the fire marshall on us. The first time, there were less than 20 people in the building...So it seems as though someone has it in for us...(we are all a little paranoid)

This time, there were quite alot of people...but not at unsafe levels....There were alot of drunk peoples though.

So now we have 2 $850 tickets for failure to display occupancy permit...as well as a pile of bills and no discernable income....


So that is the other thing that has been going on...

We are told we have the support of our community, and some people have been sending us money....which is awesome....I am offering premiums of Hand-screened Super Happy FUn Land t-shirts and sock monkeys and whatnot to people who make donations....

i am feeling kind of blue....like this location seems to be cursed thus far....Leave it to my pessimistic side to always rear it's ugly head...

And then there is the issue of coming up with the energy to do all the things I have to do when I am feeling so depressed and overwhealmed....

Why did she die?


Make her a nice headstone,or maybe even get her a cats memorial plaque with engraving on,am still planning on doing this for Fluffybum as there are some nice cat grave plaques to buy,have planted both pink and purple heather plants on his grave to,he liked smelling or spraying flowers.

And write down/type all the nice things that ever happened to her from the moment first met her-onto paper,cut each memory out,and put them all in a box,look at them when can only think of her death,am did this for when Blackie died.

Someone left the front door open and she ran out into the busy street.

I plan on making a headstone for her.

Right now our other cat Lovey is looking for her.

Maybe try writing a poem for your cat. I adore cats and when I lose one, it's like losing one of my children. What I do is write a poem and post it online somewhere with an accompanying picture. Poems need not rhyme, either. Just write one to express your feelings. Sometimes it helps to write when everything else fails.

Best wishes,

Jillian

Sorry to hear of the loss of your darling cat. I know that pain well, having lost two favorites to cars hitting them. Allow yourself to grieve, and it will grow less sorrowful in time.