we had to take ralf in last week to get put down 🙁 he had not been doing well for a while, but the past week he’d been getting worse and worse. he was having trouble staying upright and was very lethargic.

🙁

this guy was just a weirdo from start to end! the first week he was with us, he would jump up into the basement rafters in our st joe house. then he became super chonker. and let me tell you, chasey HAAAAAATED ralf. hated him! she would fly across the room just to swat him in the face! so that poor dude would eat all the food just in case she would come around and attack him.

after chasey left for the big catbox in hell, cuz you know that’s where she went, ralf slimmed down considerably and was so much less stressed. at least the last 6 years of his life were chasey-free so he could enjoy them a bit more.

it certainly didn’t calm his other anxieties down! he was ALWAYS underfoot. he always wanted fresh, cold water. and he never shut up about it.

ralf was never really my cat except at the beginning. nate didn’t want a third cat and was irritated when i brough ralf home, but it didn’t take long for that grey guy to weasel into nate’s heart. (not that it takes much for any cat to do that.) ralf was definitely nate’s cat.

it took a couple days for nate to admit that we needed to take ralf to the vet, and he was just a mess, understandably so. when we came back to the house, the weekend was quiet and melancholy. sophie kept looking around for ralf, and both cats were abnormally calm and lethargic. but in the past couple days, stan’s gotten his zoomie crazy time back, and sophie has been chattering away more often. nate’s already looked at the humane society website.

RIP ralf – you were certainly a weirdo. i hope you don’t have to share a catbox with chasey.