Slim died finally about 2 weeks ago. we found her in the backyard. I never liked Evil Slim. she was surly, loud, dirty, smelly, bony, shed, puked, disrupted the existing balance of cat-power in our house, and required a litter box. G probably helped push Slim over the edge since she was always grabbing and manhandling her. it might have been me that finally did her in. about 2 days before she died, Kila, G and I were crowded around the front door and i noticed Slim at the bottom of the pile on the welcome mat — not sure if I was stepping on her or if it was G. i have mixed feelings about this — i would never want to hurt an animal even one as horrible as Slim, but at the same time, she was a cat and if she cant manage to get out of the way of G and everyone else it is time for her to move on. she was certainly one animal i did not want to keep alive with expensive treatment and vet bills. So i’ve preferred not to think about the possible guilt or blame specifically affiliated with her last few days, and just assume she was failing and it would have happened one way or another soon enough.

Here is how Slim cat came to us:
http://www.drin.org/jason/foundcat/cat.htm

she lived almost 3 years with us, our best guess is she was 15 when she died. vaya con dios Slim, but i am glad you are gone.

while painting the nursery…only Michael would come up with this!