Apparently, that’s how long it takes a cat’s presence to fade for other cats.
When Demon started getting really sick, I bought him a new cat bed so that he could feel cozy and comfy. He never really used it, though. I think the cushion in it was a little too firm for him. He tried it once or twice and got right back out after trying to get comfortable for a minute or two.
The only time he used it for any extended period of time was once right after we gave him a bath. This was very shortly before the end, right after they did the procedure to try to remove the blockage. His rump and back legs were caked with the discharge from the procedure – read: poop – so we bathed the back half of his body in the kitchen sink so he would be clean, hoping that would add to his comfort.
After the bath, I wrapped him in a towel and sat on the couch with him cuddled on my chest, to make sure he didn’t get a chill. That was the moment I knew it was all over, because he didn’t fight me. He just let out a bone deep sigh, put his head under my chin, and went still. I thought he died right then and there. But he hadn’t, and when I finally put him down, he climbed into that cat bed and settled himself in, and then started cleaning himself, which was something he hadn’t done in ages. Scott and I were so happy to see that; we thought it meant he was on the mend.
As we know now, he wasn’t, and it wasn’t long after that he died. After his death, none of the cats would go near that cat bed. They wanted nothing to do with it. I thought about throwing it away, more than once, but the frugal part of me held on to it, because it was practically brand new. When we set up the Krismas tree, I moved the bed over by one of the radiators, thinking that might entice one of my little heathens to take a snooze in it. They never did, though.
Until yesterday. Three months and one day after Demon disappeared from their lives. All of a sudden, Goblin walked over to that bed and climbed in, with no fanfare, acting as if he slept there every day. After he got out, Joxer got in. And there Joxer still is. Hibernating.
Maybe that means Demon’s presence is finally gone. Or his smell is gone. Whatever it is, I’m happy to see the bed in use. It’s funny, though, how he managed to keep the others in line and away from his stuff for so long after he died. That’s Demon all over.