Culture on the Cheap
And Then There Were Four
I am sad to announce that Chateau de Ghetto has lost one of their own. After a week of being shuttled from the veterinarian to an animal hospital in Brooklyn and from that hospital to another another one in Manhattan, today we had to put our cat Tortilla to sleep. He was 14 years old.
I cannot say that Tortilla and I had the easiest relationship. On top of not liking my cats (foisted upon him), he was aggressive, mean-spirited and not terribly bright (the above photograph was taken two years ago when I caught him eating laundry detergent). But he was our “meathead” and he will be very missed. Even by me.