{"id":738,"date":"2019-10-11T14:48:57","date_gmt":"2019-10-11T21:48:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/digitalmanticore.com\/?p=738"},"modified":"2019-11-30T21:39:09","modified_gmt":"2019-12-01T05:39:09","slug":"a-week-in-the-life-october-11-2019","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/digitalmanticore.com\/?p=738","title":{"rendered":"A Week in the Life: October 11, 2019"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

When I was 19, I got kicked out of Brigham Young University and had to move back in with my dad. That’s a story for another day, but I will tell you that, at the time, I was profoundly unhappy. I thought I had failed and my life was over because I am the high-achieving type and for a long time, college had been the end-all-be-all. Even though my dad wasn’t excited about the idea, I adopted a cat when I moved back in. I named him Khan, but nobody else called him that. I, of course, moved away again for school and Khan stayed with my dad and my sister Mia. He eventually became Mia’s cat. The cat formerly known as Khan had a rough couple of years despite Mia’s careful ministrations. On Monday, Mia called me to say he had passed. The news hit me much harder than I anticipated. He was there for me during a rough period and he has been there for Mia too. We’re devastated. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I adopted him, the shelter said that, until recently, he had been housed with the feral cats because they didn’t realize he was used to people. I don’t know what kind of life he lived before we adopted him, but he must not have enjoyed it much. He never wanted to run outside. Even if I carried him out into the yard, he wasn’t interested. He knew how good he had it indoors. He used to sleep against the back of my knee. When I last visited Mia, he slept next to me on the air mattress. He will be remembered as a fine cat and he will be missed. Snuggle your pets while you can.<\/p>\n\n\n\n