It is with great sadness that we bid farewell to Carlos “Kazoo”, our last Siamese.
We almost lost him shortly after we got him about 3 years ago, when he had an adverse reaction to the anesthesia used for his dental surgery. He bounced back then, and became the household’s last resident male Siamese. After Mousie’s passing, Carlos became the household’s last Siamese, period.
It took a little while for Carlos to settle in to our house. The first day we brought him home he made a beeline for the litter box we had setup in Lilly’s room for him (we always segregate new cats, to allow an adjustment period). Without prompting Winston, our Fudd (oldest cat in the house), immediately got into the litter box with Carlos and looked at him like, “No, this is not where we lie down.” The two of them exited the litter box and Carlos found a hidey spot elsewhere in Lilly’s room.
Once Carlos was given free reign of the house, he discovered that underneath our bed was just fine, thank you very much, and spent much of his time under there. During the day, however, he would be spotted on our bed, enjoying the sun.
As time went on, Carlos became more confident and started coming out on his own more and more. But he didn’t say much, unlike most Siamese. Until one night as we were getting ready for bed and he jumped up on the bed, looked around and went “MA-OOOOO!” He sounded just like a kazoo, and the nickname stuck. You could hear him throughout the house from time to time, kazooing around. And if he was mad at us he’d ignore us at bedtime, then come into our room at 2am with a defiant “MA-OOOOO!” and stalk out again.
Carlos’ day wasn’t complete without bedtime cuddles and scritches and belly rubs, and he would stomp up and down the middle of the bed between us until he got his fill of lovin’s, and then he’d settle in and soak up the love. He was even known to watch TV from time to time, especially “How To Train Your Dragon”, “Avatar”, and “Meerkat Manor”. And, unlike most Siamese who pick one human, he picked all three of us as “his” human.
It seemed that Carlos had been to the Pennykettle’s on Wayward Crescent at some point, as he would actually hrrrr when he was happy. Of course, being a Siamese, he would also ffuff when displeased with something.
Recently an outbreak of Calisi made the rounds of the house, knocking each cat on their ass for a couple of weeks at a time. Basically, think of the worst flu you’ve ever had, where it hurts to even breathe because you are so sore. That’s kind of like the effect Calisi has on cats. (This is very simplified. If you know the full deal, don’t come down on me about what the virus actually is.) So, when Carlos started slowing down, we thought the Calisi had hit him.
But on Friday, he was not looking good at all. We got him in with the good folks at Fairmont on Saturday morning, where they examined him, gave him some fluids, an appetite stimulant, and took some blood. By Saturday night we weren’t sure if Carlos would make it till Sunday. We tried everything we could all through the rest of the weekend, but he would not respond.
We got in to Fairmont again this morning and got the results of his blood work. Something had blasted his liver. In what felt like a cruel twist of fate, just as Carlos had finally gotten comfortable with the chaos that is our house, he was taken from us.
Carlos “Kazoo”, the Siamese who loved three humans, and the last Siamese of our house, will be sorely missed by all.