I'm trying to keep busy, but still, my cat came to my mind. I still automatically or not thinking called my cat's name or even if I'm looking at my other cat but I'd call his name. 

He was my first cat or our family's first cat ever. We always had/have dogs. 

That day when my first cat died, something happened to my second cat, somehow he got some sticky glue on his fur, which is used to catch a mouse, and he was it. Probably he went to the next door house and got it there. My heart stopped for a sec and raced, I was in shock. We haven't buried my first cat yet, and here he was glue. My mind was processing, I needed to bury my cat and looked after my second cat.

What to do?! 

How am I going to get this off?! I have no idea! Do I cut your fur? But!!! It's down to your skin!! What did you do!! Stop !!! Do I have to take you to the vet?! What if this stuff got into your stomach and intestine? You keep it, I said stop it!! 

He looks scared. I'm scared.

What if something happens to you, I haven't buried my cat yet, am I going to bury you too?! 

No!!! 

Now, calm down. Let's do one thing at a time. Let's bury him first then look after this fool. 

Think!! 

YouTube!! 

Search!! 

Yes!! Let's do that. How to remove this stuff in a hurry without harming him. Thank God for YouTube. 

Emotional turmoil. 

Breathe! Breathe! We're going through this! Keep your wits! 

YouTube answer: cooking oil 

Ok! We got this! Simple! 

Wait! Think! We need hot water. Hmmm  Remember, he does not like  a bath. Hmmm We need his leash. Hmmm Will hot water be enough? It's oil. Hmmm Ok, we need detergent. Hmmm Ok, I think that will work. 

The end of the story, I needed to soap and cleansed him three times to get it all off of him. But his coat was oily in the end lol Even after all the washing lol I thought right, the oil got it off but how to get the oil off his coat lol 

I told him while bathing, I just buried him, don't let me bury you too. 

I usually just towel dry him, and then let him get dry naturally. I used a hair dryer on him because he had a long bath and might get sick, but he was freaking out. I had to raise it from a distance and kept moving it, even if he was at the end of the leash and kept pulling. Then, he was less freaking out, and stayed still, but still got surprised by the heat. He was not completely dry when I stopped, but he was already very anxious. I let him off the leash and let him enter the house. He hid somewhere, and let him calm down. After a few hours when he was in his carton box, where he usually sleeps, I used paper towels to remove some of the oil still on his coat. 

That night, he stayed on my bed and slept with me and did not want to leave. 

Today, he was kind of down and kept looking for his bestie buddy.

Even our dog missed our cat. He smelled and kissed him when he was sick. And, even gave a final kiss before our cat had his last breath. 

Everyone  who knew our cat missed him.

Not just me, but in our house everyone talked about him and at times kept mistakenly calling him. 

Old story, he did not like to go out much because he got scared, but the few times I took him out, people that I came across would automatically coo at him, what a cute beautiful cat and how big he was. They always admired his white coat. They always wanted to pet him. Even if I had my two cats with me, he'd be the one that grabbed the people's attention. 

I always shared my food with the cats, especially him. Meat and fish, I took out the bones,  and hand fed the small strips. Even if they didn't mean to sometimes  I got bit by their sharp teeth lol ( it did not penetrate the skin, but it would still hurt and I sometimes got surprised lol ) .

I am going to think about plants and get some soil on my hands. Life. Something that has life. 

 I  always had a long hair. I used to have  it up to my waistline, then the shortest I had it cut was up to the brassiere line. Now, this is the shortest haircut I had since forever lol it's up to my nape.