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I'm cleaning my room some tonight, in part 'cause I've been meaning to for... a damn long time, and in part becauseI'm getting a new desk for my room, and I need to clear a path to where it'll go. While going through a box of old comics and magazines, I came across an old folder, that contained a family history project, with a few typed paragraphs about my birth day, that I must have dictated and collaborated with my mom on. Among the copied phototgraphs pasted to colored construction paper, is a picture of our old cats, Tiger and Bluey. On finding it, seeing it, I cried, a little bit.
We got them, not long after moving up here from California, and they stayed with us, all their lives, though at least 2 moves, I think.
Then, one St. Patrick's Day, some years ago, Tiger died. My mom and I were just coming home, from getting me at school, I think, and he was strectched out in the driveway, as though he was resting in the sun. I don't remember if I cried then, but I am, now, again. We buried him, as a family, in our back yard, and I cried then.
We moved from that old house a few years ago, and we brought our kitties with us. Hector, Harvey, Bluey, and Neko. Hector and Harvey (Danger), were brothers, my brother and his now ex-wife had gotten at a state fair. They were so tiny when we got them... Harvey's gone now, having left some months after moving into this house. Hector's still around, and is big ole softy, though he might pretend otherwise, with the other cats.
Along the way, we picked up a pregnant Momma Cat, by the name of Cleo, who had two litters before getting spayed. We had kept two from the first, Orange and Cream, as I originally named them. Orange never got the chance to grow up... Accidents happen. Creamy, stuck around, for a few years. Then, sometime last year, I think, or earlier this year, he disappeared. I hope he's okay... Or at least wasn't in much pain. From the second litter, we've got Kiki, who's a silly kitty. And vocal, quite vocal.
Neko was like that, while he was alive. He was a wonderful Manx cat. One winter, at the old house, he had some bad trouble with his hips, and the vet said there was nothing we could do. But, we stuck with him, took care of him, and he was up, and about, and doing fine, by spring.
I don't remember who went first, if it was Neko or Bluey. I think it might have been Neko. If I remember right, he's been buried, down near the patio, where we could bury kitties. Orange's there, too. Bluey... Just went away. I suppose I didn't really want to believe she was dead, but, I can't really deny it, now.
Oh, God.
I miss my old kitties. And it hurts, and I've been crying on and off, while writing this.
I want a new kitty.
We got them, not long after moving up here from California, and they stayed with us, all their lives, though at least 2 moves, I think.
Then, one St. Patrick's Day, some years ago, Tiger died. My mom and I were just coming home, from getting me at school, I think, and he was strectched out in the driveway, as though he was resting in the sun. I don't remember if I cried then, but I am, now, again. We buried him, as a family, in our back yard, and I cried then.
We moved from that old house a few years ago, and we brought our kitties with us. Hector, Harvey, Bluey, and Neko. Hector and Harvey (Danger), were brothers, my brother and his now ex-wife had gotten at a state fair. They were so tiny when we got them... Harvey's gone now, having left some months after moving into this house. Hector's still around, and is big ole softy, though he might pretend otherwise, with the other cats.
Along the way, we picked up a pregnant Momma Cat, by the name of Cleo, who had two litters before getting spayed. We had kept two from the first, Orange and Cream, as I originally named them. Orange never got the chance to grow up... Accidents happen. Creamy, stuck around, for a few years. Then, sometime last year, I think, or earlier this year, he disappeared. I hope he's okay... Or at least wasn't in much pain. From the second litter, we've got Kiki, who's a silly kitty. And vocal, quite vocal.
Neko was like that, while he was alive. He was a wonderful Manx cat. One winter, at the old house, he had some bad trouble with his hips, and the vet said there was nothing we could do. But, we stuck with him, took care of him, and he was up, and about, and doing fine, by spring.
I don't remember who went first, if it was Neko or Bluey. I think it might have been Neko. If I remember right, he's been buried, down near the patio, where we could bury kitties. Orange's there, too. Bluey... Just went away. I suppose I didn't really want to believe she was dead, but, I can't really deny it, now.
Oh, God.
I miss my old kitties. And it hurts, and I've been crying on and off, while writing this.
I want a new kitty.