Cave pixie. Sufficiently accurate for poetry. There are cats. Call me Geoff.
Languages: English, and limited French. Formerly giltay@m.s (2017–22) and giltay@eldritch (2022–23).
I'm okay if people want to interact with me, follow me, or boost my toots.
Avatar description: Avatar description: My face (white person with auburn hair and glasses). I'm wearing a Tilley hat.
Header image description: A macro closeup of a gilt steel pen nib with "№ 42" inscribed on it.
| pronouns | he/him usually, but I'm open to she/her |
| home | Owen Sound, Ontario, Canada (Treaties 45½, 67, and 82) |
| forty | something |
| web | https://www.giltay.ca |
It's been a year since Lursa passed into Sto-vo-kor.
Unlike her namesake, she was small and sleepy. She was a good-natured cat, very sweet and affectionate and playful. When you picked her up, she'd go happily limp. She had the cutest snore.
She and her sister (B'Etor, of course) were rescues and had been malnourished as young kittens, so they were very small. They'd cuddle together and we'd say they made up one cat with two heads. They play-fought a lot but they loved each other.
Perhaps because of the malnourishment, Lursa started having grand mal seizures when she was 7, but we were able to keep it under control with medication. As a result, I still get antsy around 6:30, which was her pill time.
Although a cat of habit, she took major changes in her last years in stride. We moved to a new city, her sister passed, and we got two new kittens, one of whom decided she was her mommy.
The vet found a cancerous lesion on her tongue last June after she started having trouble eating. We hoped we'd have a few months, but within a week she couldn't even drink water so we made the choice. She was 13.
Qapla', little warrior. 
