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What makes me sad is that he reportedly hated MST3k's treatment of his films. It's a shame he couldn't find the humor in it and be a good sport about it, but I suppose he's not the only one they've annoyed over the years.
I heard that he would've been fine with the riffs if they left out all the fat jokes and other stuff that felt like personal attacks towards him.
 
Zhora, the Russian Maine Coon cat "brother" of Gosha the Caracal - a.k.a "Big Floppa" - passed away May 16 during dental surgery. Zhora also went by the name "Justin."

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I've personally seen cats search and call out for their siblings that have passed away, and it is so heartbreaking. They make such a very concerned, mournful sound.
 
I've personally seen cats search and call out for their siblings that have passed away, and it is so heartbreaking. They make such a very concerned, mournful sound.
This worries me so much; we have a bonded pair of brother cats who are tremendous shitheads but immediately get concerned when one gets locked in the closet or another room etc. We aren't even sure wtf we'll do if/when one passes before the other.
 
This worries me so much; we have a bonded pair of brother cats who are tremendous shitheads but immediately get concerned when one gets locked in the closet or another room etc. We aren't even sure wtf we'll do if/when one passes before the other.
I've always lived with multiple cats, so when we lose one to illness or age, as hard as it is on us, it's even worse for their surviving friends. There's no doubt in my mind that they mourn their fallen comrades. Like you said, they get stressed out. They call out for their friend, they search the entire house over and over for days, they wait by any toys their friend used to play with, etc.

Rips my fucking heart out every time. I know losing them is a part of having pets, but it never gets easier. All you can ever do is lavish attention on the survivors when you lose one.
 
I've always lived with multiple cats, so when we lose one to illness or age, as hard as it is on us, it's even worse for their surviving friends. There's no doubt in my mind that they mourn their fallen comrades. Like you said, they get stressed out. They call out for their friend, they search the entire house over and over for days, they wait by any toys their friend used to play with, etc.

Rips my fucking heart out every time. I know losing them is a part of having pets, but it never gets easier. All you can ever do is lavish attention on the survivors when you lose one.
For such a solitary animal for the most part, cats can develop astonishingly deep bonds.

My sister in law started breeding fancy cats to sell, and I remember when one of the moms got like, post-partum anxiety or something after her kittens were weaned and sold off, for weeks after she would carry a tea-cozy from the catbed around the house in her mouth like it was one of her kittens. It was cute and heartbreaking at the same time.
 
With my rats, if at all possible I let them sniff the little bodies of their deceased comrades. They still mourn, but don't go looking.

Speaking of dead pet rats, I lost my bald arsehole a couple of days ago. Leading up her behaviour changed; she stopped nipping, let me pick her up without angrily clawing my hand or pissing on me, and she even cuddled and bruxed a time or two.

It's nice to know that she stopped actively hating me, even if it were just before the end. The permanent nerve damage from where she bit the shit out of my finger will be a lasting testament to the impact she had on my life.
 
With my rats, if at all possible I let them sniff the little bodies of their deceased comrades. They still mourn, but don't go looking.
It's hard to do that when the animal has to go to the vet for euthanasia. It's torturous enough beforehand when the ailing animal is still home and the others know their friend is sick. Coming home afterward it's impossible to look them in the eyes. It's like they know what just happened. "Hey you brought our friend back! He's in the box, right? Right? It smells like him! Hey when are you gonna let him out of the box?"

I doubt they connect those dots like we do, since they still search the house for days, but you still feel about an inch tall.

Fuck man, I need a drink.
 
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