I got “Cat” from an animal shelter, a real pit of a place that broke my heart. He was a big, black and magnificent “teenager” at the time. From day one, he and I bonded. And he didn’t dig my ex, not at all, enough to take a piss on his rugby togs just before we left him. Cat and I moved to a friend’s place for a couple of weeks, then to a shitty little apartment where they didn’t allow animals. He must’ve known this because he never made a sound and only ventured out in the dead of night. Four months later, we rented a tiny subterranean jury-rigged room from a young couple in Laguna Beach who sold pot. Our last move was to the house my second husband and I bought in the same town, where I still live.
Cat and I used to play a game somewhat like the one in Peter Sellers’s movie Shot in the Dark, where his character, Inspector Clouseau instructs his manservant, Kato, to attack him unexpectedly to keep Clouseau vigilant and his combat skills sharp. Cat would hide on the staircase then pounce on me as I passed by. I’d shriek with laughter and we’d fall into a nearby chair and roll around. He never scratched or bit me. It’s been twenty-five years since he died of leukemia. I still miss him.
Oh so lovely. What a great series you’re up to.
It’s fun. So far.
Aw… what a beautiful tribute to your friend. Once they imprint our hearts, we never forget them.
So true.
I’m sorry for your loss. It says something, I think, about the depths of our relationships with our pets that they never seem to lose the ability to move us. Ever.
Yup, isn’t that the truth. I just posted on your blog.
Cat was beautiful! You have wonderful memories of him. Losing a pet is never easy. I still miss my dogs and guinea pigs from my childhood. They become a part of us in ways we never fully realize until they’re gone.
Nice to meet you, Rossandra, and happy A to Z!
Nice to meet you too, Laura, thanks for visiting and happy A to Z to you too. See you in a minute over at your blog.
So when did Para come on the scene I thought she was 20 when se died???? Thanks for the walk today we all smell likd poop now:) you are the BEST!
Cat was already about eight or nine when Larry came on the scene. He was the first cat Larry ever had as a pet, really liked him.