This is a post about a cat named Barbie.
“Why is there a post about a cat named Barbie on this blog?” You ask.
Because I had to dedicate a post to my awesome kitten (now almost cat) who from time to time when I lay out a few options for outfits on my bed, puts her paw/sits on the one she thinks I should wear.
Barbie has the same interests as myself- she loves the finer things in life, all that is sparkly, and fashiony. She loves to play with my jewellery and watches me hand-make jewellery. She also loves The Real Housewives (naturally, with all the cat-fighting on that) and literally watches the TV screen. She is also quite fierce; doesn’t play by the rules, and likes to knock off glasses off the coffee table, breaking all the rules. That’s why, I decided that she should have her own column on Perfection Or Nothing. Because she is more luxurious, it will be the more luxe designer finds that she personally recommends.
Nothin’ but diamonds for this cat
Loves looking at my latest shopping and shoes
So, in dedication to Barbie’s love of fashion and all things luxurious, here is her aforementioned (and slightly inflated $$) designer fashion picks of the week:
BARBIE’S FASHION BOUNTY OF THE WEEK:
The Samantha Thavasa Azayle Handbag in Lavender
$678 USD, Ebay
Missoni fringe knit scarf
$168 AUD, Shopbob.com
Marc Jacobs cat shoes, Marc Jacobs $660 USD
Wildfox Monsieur dress, $108 AUD, Shopbob
CC Skye Love Sparrow Ring, $82.50 USD, LaStyleRush
BACKSTORY ON MY PETS:
I also have to admit that though I have but one cat, I am becoming a crazy cat lady (with the urge to adopt more kittens but know in good sense that I should probably just stick to one.)
Having had to move to a small town with about 180, 000 people (small compared to the major beach city of Gold Coast, Queensland Australia with a population of 591, 471 people) suddenly because dear husband got a job offer here about 8 months ago (a month before our wedding) has been tough.
This is also a long story involving a beautiful little kitten named Ziggy, who sadly suddenly left us about 4 weeks after we bought him and left us heartbroken.
Knowing nobody outside of work; not being able to spontaneously meet friends for an afternoon coffee or movie and not being able to spontaneously slap my heels on for a night out with the girls, or see my family whenever has been harder than I thought it would. I’ve had to rely on my husband for moral support, and with that, we decided to adopt a cat to keep me company as he works more than I do.
Walking into town one day shortly after we moved here, I spotted a pet store, and knowing better (because the pets tend to be mistreated there, and inproperly bred with all health issues) went in. I saw a beautiful little black kitten, the cutest thing I had ever seen in my life. He was in a little cage with about 6 other kittens, his brothers and sisters, next to him. They were all sooo tiny, even tinier than I have seen kittens before. Craig and I, having not had a kitten for about 10 years (I adopted my cat at my parent’s house when he was a little bit older, and he was always a bigger cat anyway) didn’t realise that the size of them was disproportiante for how big they should have been at how old they were. We didn’t see a large red flag, that they were about 4 weeks old, and should have been about twice the size.
Nevertheless, after I saw that face I was gone. I had to adopt him. We took him home straight away and gave him lots of love. We named him after one of my idols, the great David Bowie; settling on his alter-ego “Ziggy Stardust.”
“Ziggy” for short.
Beautiful Ziggy, RIP until we meet again
Watching football with his Dad
He was the most affectionate kitten you have ever seen. He would never want to leave your side, and meowed non-stop the second you got up to do anything. So tiny, he would sit beneath my chin while I watched TV and cuddle up there forever. Just the gentlest, kindest kitten you have ever seen. He was truly my best friend, helping me settle in to a new place that held a lot of fear for me, fear of the unknown, of meeting people, of living far away from friends and family and on our own for the first time in our lives. He was the greatest companion ever.
Craig and I, looking back, feel horrible about how we didn’t notice he wasn’t growing much. We had him vet checked a few times, and the vets never picked anything up or told us anything, or noticed anything was wrong at all, point blank.
One morning Craig came into the room and woke me up. He was bawling his eyes out, and I was startled, wondering what had happened. He explained that Ziggy wasn’t well all of a sudden, he had gotten up early and found him in an almost vegetative state and immediately rushed to the 24 hour vets while I was asleep. He didn’t want me to see him in that state, as he knew how much I loved that little cat.
I thanked him for doing that. The fact that, in the shock of it all, he thought to not show me or get my help speaks volumes at how much of a caring, thoughtful guy he really is.
It was a nightmare morning after that, with it all seeming to go so slowly but so fast at the same time. I was still waking up, and the surreal feeling of it all just being a bad dream and not real was really real. Craig was on the phone to the vets and they were saying they had to hook him up to a life machine, but I still don’t know what really happened. I think his condition worsened so much that it wouldn’t have mattered and he was too tiny to put on the machine anyway.
The vet said he went peacefully in her arms while she was comforting him, and that’s all I needed to know.
They said his body wasn’t forming properly and that’s why he was so small. They also said he had a lot of defects, and it finally caught up with him. I still wanted him here with me, even if he was sick. But I had to think about him like my Dad said, and know that I wouldn’t want him to still be here in any pain as it would be selfish and not for the best.
It was a rough rough time of it after, and I was still in denial and shock. A lot of my friends and family understood why I was so upset, but not for so long. They said I should get another cat straight away, but I didn’t want another cat. I wanted Ziggy back. I had finally found the most affectionate and beautiful cat (my childhood cat, Richie, about 13 years old now and still alive and well was never really affectionate.) I was resentful to someone, anything, that I had to live lonely in this new city and the one thing I had found to comfort me and that I loved so much was taken away from me after only 4 weeks and so suddenly, without warning. I was mainly upset that I had such a strong bond with him, and would forever feel loss.
I got a silver paw pendant made with his ashes in it, which helped me a lot to know he was always here with me. I am more at peace with it now, and that is thanks to a bit of time as well as adopting our new kitten, a girl named Barbie. The main thing I hold on to now is the great memories of him, our strong bond and the fact that we got him out of that cage and gave him a great life before he passed. That is the main thing that gets me through.
Silver paw pendant with Ziggy’s ashes
I also set up a wall with butterflies and an illustration of him in a little bowler hat and tie, “Ziggy Stardust” cute as a button, exactly how he was.
As my above mentioned childhood cat was adopted from the animal shelter, and is still going strong, we decided to go back to the Gold Coast to give another cat a happy home and heaps of love, as that’s what Ziggy would have wanted. We saw a few cool cats, one was a big lazy male named Simba who took a liking to Craig and sat on his lap purring the whole time we sat in the kennels. Craig then pointed out Barbie, then named Marcia, sleeping in the corner (which made me think of the Brady Bunch, and I was going to keep the name.)
She came up to me straight away and out of nowhere gave me a kiss and licked my face. I knew that was a sign! She also had good signs of being playful, as she ran after 2 other kittens and played under the bed after. We knew that she would be our new baby. Such a pretty little kitten, I knew I had to upgrade her name from Marcia to the apt Barbie. (After who else but the fierce doll and also, the even fiercer Barbra Streisand.)
That was such a good decision, and I think it really is so true that animals tend to pick you instead of the other way. Ziggy picked me that day in the cage because he needed a good home and love, and to teach me lessons on life and caring for others. Barbie picked me that day as well, as she would be my new best friend in an isolated city.
She is always by my side and follows me around, just like a little dog. Although she at times can be quite naughty, she is also really affectionate and basically awesome all around.
So the moral of the story: love your pets, and if you have the opportunity to, please adopt a pet from a local shelter and give them a chance. They will be your best friends forever.
Have you had to deal with the loss of a pet?
What helped you?
Tell us about your lost and current pets in the comments below.