November Minimalism Game–Week 2

Second week of November minimalist game is over and it’s getting much harder. One thing I wanted to note for this week was that my cat passed away a few days ago. You can  read about him in the post I wrote last week. Something I’ve been asked repeatedly since he died is if I’ll be getting another cat. I don’t know, but probably not. I don’t miss or want a cat in general. I just miss Pyewacket, my constant companion of the last 14 years.  So yes, I got rid of all the cat-related items. Keeping them around made me sad, and I probably won’t need them.

8. (1) Broken musical instrument, (2) Old cake topper, (3) Warped puzzle, (4) Play doh, (5) Broken toy, (6) Tote bag I don’t like, (7) Baby rattle, (8) Gross placemat
9. (1) Graphic novel (sold on Amazon), (2) Strange metal doohickey, (3) Dry marker, (4) Broken water bottle, (5) Baby nose sucker, (6) Tape, (7) Gauze, (8) Infant tylenol, (9) Tiny onesie
10. (1) Scratching post, (2) Litter box, (3) Food bowl, (4) Water bowl, (5) Under bowl thing, (6) Under litter thing, (7) Cat food, (8) Cat litter, (9) Cat spray, (10) Cat brush
11. (1) Formula dropper, (2) Infant vitamins, (3) Broken headphones, (4) Crappy nail clipper, (5) Antibacterial cream, (6) Cat medicine, (7) Pill crusher, (8) Baby food crusher, (9) Nightshirt, (10) Tote bag, (11) Old homework
12. (1) Baby pjs, (2) Tiny pants, (3) Tiny shirts, (4) Tiny shorts, (5) Tiny socks, (6) Broken cup lid, (7) Cat litter scent thing, (8) Dead pen, (9) Crap yarn, (10) Abandoned craft project, (11) Graphic novel (sold on Amazon), (12) Tiny shirt
13. (1) Broken umbrella, (2) Crappy cup, (3) Dead highlighter, (4) Bad tupperware, (5) Expired nutritional shake, (6) Sippy cup top, (7) Key to car we don’t own, (8) Decorative bow, (9) Plastic mystery item, (10) Replacement parts for something I lost, (11) Ten year old dessert, (12) Cap to something, (13) Plastic part of toy I hate
14. (1) Sweater not worn in years, (2) Shirt not worn in years, (3) Freezer burnt frozen pizza, (4) Stale granola bar, (5) Expired frozen food, (6) Sunglasses case, (7) Year-old cookies, (8) Crap necklace, (9) Broken bucket, (10) Stale nail polish, (11) Binder clip, (12) Weird wire, (13) Some stickers, (14) Small plastic box.

November Minimalism Game–Week 1

Probably longer ago than I think, I first did a minimalism game where I got rid of a ton of stuff and cleaned out my house a bit. As I said, it was long ago, and I thought I would see if I could do the more difficult version (getting rid of one item the first day, two items the second, three the third, etc).

The list is getting a bit much, so I thought I would do what I did the last time, and post it week by week! Here’s the list from the first week:

1. (1) Broken sippy cup
2. (1) Graphic novel (sold on Amazon), (2) Tiny shoes
3. (1) Graphic novel (sold on Amazon), (2) Gross bottle of vinegar, (3) Expired mustard
4. (1) Graphic novel (sold on Amazon), (2) Deflated balloon, (3) Baby sweatshirt, (4) Broken headphones
5. (1) Expired eye drops, (2) Very ripped pants, (3) Expired vitamins, (4) Floss holder, (5) Broken toy car
6. (1) Many puzzle pieces, (2) Broken baby toy, (3) Horrible talking toy, (4) Broken puzzle, (5) Other broken puzzle, (6) Odds and ends in bottom of toy box
7. (1) Broken ottoman, (2) Too many pipe cleaners, (3) Expired Tylenol, (4) Broken toy, (5) Baby book, (6) Other baby book, (7) Toy that I don’t know what it is

Pyewacket (aka the best kitten ever)

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My favorite photo of Pye, in the window of our last apartment, keeping watch for squirrels.

Some 14 years ago, my life was very different than it is now. My mother had just died and I had quit my job and moved to upstate New York to be with my possibly suicidal father. Right after my mom died, my old cat also died. We were still so numb from her death that we hardly even registered the fact that Gypsy, the cat we had since my thirteenth birthday, had passed. We needed a break, and took a week-long camping trip.

When we returned to our house, my basement apartment was filled with mouse droppings, and all the food I had left in my cabinets was chewed through. A few days later, I decided that adopting a new cat was necessary. My previous cat, Gypsy, had been a very small black and white girl. In the name of not getting another cat that reminded me of her, I decided to look for a larger, male cat. Inspired by the old movie, Bell, Book, and Candle, I also decided I wanted a very talkative cat, and to name him Pyewacket.

As soon as I walked into the cat room of the upstate New York Humane Society, one cat reached a paw out of his cage and tapped me on the arm. I read the card on his cage, and saw that he was a nine-month-old male domestic short hair. His name at the shelter was Bagera, after the panther in the Jungle Book. I took his out of his cage and immediately knew I would adopt him. He purred very loudly when I pet him, and complained very loudly when I stopped. While I liked his original name of Bagheera, I was aware of my propensity for shorting names, so I decided I would rather have a cat named Pye than one named Bag.

The day I brought Pyewacket home (not that day, as there was a waiting period for adoption), I happened to be having a party. Now, I knew how my old cat acted when I was having a party, which is to say she ran and hid from the minute the doorbell rang. Pye was the polar opposite of my previous cat, and came running to the door as soon as someone knocked. During the party, he ran from person to person, greeting everyone with loud yowls. But that night, and almost every night for the next 14 years, he came to my bedroom around midnight, and slept next to my head on the pillow.

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Gaming was a favorite hobby of Pye’s!

In 14 years, I have moved four times, gotten married, and had two children. Pye was with me through all of this. He interjected himself into conversations when guests came over, made himself a part of every family celebration, comforted me when I was sick or sad, and played with my children and was graciously accepting of their overzealous hugs and kisses. We found out eight years ago that Pye had a congenital heart condition (cardiomegaly, literally an enlarged heart) and probably wouldn’t live as long as most cats. He was on multiple medications from then on. He occasionally lost some hair as a side effect of the drugs, but his stellar personality never changed.

Although I’ve had many pets before, none have come close to Pyewacket. His heart was big, but his personality was even bigger. I will remember and miss him forever.
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Pye loved Samir from the minute we brought him home.