A friendly observer
When there is a feline friend around there is always company. What's more, it is the kind of company that often results in awkward silences with other humans, but a cat just potters along with independance & no long term agenda.
I miss Jack, my little ginger tom. He is spunky & part feral (a bit bitey), but a real soft touch mommas boy deep down.
I remember him crawling around on the front balcony when we first brought him in from the box. He had made his home on the neighbours front step & couldn't stay there much longer.
I think back to finding him at the vet on easter day a few years ago, his back legs both snapped. I remember the months of agony watching him learn to walk again with the steel pegs jutting out of his hips. Right now I can almost feel the tickle of his whiskers on my chin, over the years felt in many a different house.
I miss Emmy, the 20 year old blind quacking part senile ginger boy, Who loves to be cuddled & stroked as long as he doesn't have to move.
I remember him when he was double the size of my palm, when I was about 7. He would lie with his brother in the drying cut grass in the back corner of our suburban back garden. Two ginger tom kittens mingled with the yellow & brown of the clippings.
Back then he would spend most of his time catching insects, birds & possums. Travelling from week to week as our companions between my parents houses.
I miss Lolly, grey & white & the sole girl representative. Sweet,slick, with huge anime eyes. Always to be found on my bed curled into a tight ball.
Now 10, she is starting to show signs of age. I recall when she was an excitable small kitten. She would tense every muscle, jumping sideways until she predictably fell down. Even now,when confronted with string, there are still traces of that kitten from so long ago.
I miss my cats.
I miss Jack, my little ginger tom. He is spunky & part feral (a bit bitey), but a real soft touch mommas boy deep down.
I remember him crawling around on the front balcony when we first brought him in from the box. He had made his home on the neighbours front step & couldn't stay there much longer.
I think back to finding him at the vet on easter day a few years ago, his back legs both snapped. I remember the months of agony watching him learn to walk again with the steel pegs jutting out of his hips. Right now I can almost feel the tickle of his whiskers on my chin, over the years felt in many a different house.
I miss Emmy, the 20 year old blind quacking part senile ginger boy, Who loves to be cuddled & stroked as long as he doesn't have to move.
I remember him when he was double the size of my palm, when I was about 7. He would lie with his brother in the drying cut grass in the back corner of our suburban back garden. Two ginger tom kittens mingled with the yellow & brown of the clippings.
Back then he would spend most of his time catching insects, birds & possums. Travelling from week to week as our companions between my parents houses.
I miss Lolly, grey & white & the sole girl representative. Sweet,slick, with huge anime eyes. Always to be found on my bed curled into a tight ball.
Now 10, she is starting to show signs of age. I recall when she was an excitable small kitten. She would tense every muscle, jumping sideways until she predictably fell down. Even now,when confronted with string, there are still traces of that kitten from so long ago.
I miss my cats.