Noriko, the Princess, my cat, is dead. She died today sleeping in her litter box.
She had been sleeping in her litter box a lot recently, only coming out for food and water. She had become quite, well, mentally ill it seemed and was ready to die.
Noriko loved two things in the world after me: jewelry and cigarettes. She would steal jewelry, and sit there and wear it. And she loved cigarettes so much that she would steal it from my grandmother's purse when she visited, take them behind the couch, and roll in them. We would give them to her, and she reacted like she was in heaven, putting them in her mouth, rolling around on them, and acting like she was on catnip.
Tonight I buried her in the back yard. I bought a pack of cigarettes, and took one of my nicer rings. I smoked part of a cigarette, placed the rest of the pack and lighter in with her, along with my ring.
It helped me. And it's a good homage to Noriko.
I love Noriko.