Uh, Oh!
I just told the guys - 2 of their friends say, No more ham...
posted by Lizzy at 12:57 PM
This blog is the ongoing story of nine-hundred and twenty-two cats, including kittens. We consider on a near daily basis the poetics of cat sensibility - the wit, brilliance, elegance and magic of catdom. We try to ignore hairballs and their sound effects.
7 Comments:
Oh, dear! They don't hate us, do they?
I used to feed Ramon Riveira The Shadow Dancer with people-food. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration. He used to sit behind me while I studied, blueberry muffin in hand, and pick all the blueberries out of the muffin (and promptly eat them). The neighbour used to feed him ham and lobster.
His vet said he was probably the only cat in the country with a cholesterol problem. Poor darling, I still miss him after all these years.
Not to worry - they'll take it out on me... What did Ramon look like? Another lovely name!
Oh, my darling Ramon! He was black from nose to tail, and had fluffy long hair with a deep reddish sheen. Tiny ears, a roundish face, a short nose, eyes like emeralds, and big round paws. A huge ruff.
Of course, all that came later. When I found him, he was a poor starving lad, thin under all the fluff, but remarkably intelligent. He used to kitten-sit for the girls in the feral colony, but he wasn't really a feral, just a poor dumped boy.
I took him home and he promptly threw up a mess of worms on my bed. Yuck. He was with me for 13 long years. It was very hard to say goodbye.
He got his name because he would leap around trying to hunt his shadow - and when I first brought him home, I said, "What's your name, sweetheart?" and I swear, he replied, "Ramon?" We called him The Moaner when he got particularly verbal.
I still miss him very much, ten years later.
PC - What a beautiful word portrait of your sweet boy. He sounds delightful and how wonderful that you had him for so long! I know how hard it is to forget them. It's been 20 years (this year) since my Keiki-pie died and I still tear up when I think of my baby boy.
I am so delighted to be the godparent to Sir Chumley. Someone took some great photos of him recently and if I can figure out how to do it, I'll post them here or on my blog.
Oh, Sandy, your blog is so fascinating, I do wish you'd start again!
Thanks for the kind words. I still cry for the boy sometimes. I planted him a purple-flowered solanacea, and a red camellia for Faridah.
I'm having someone scan his picture for me, so I'll probably put it up this week, with his story.
I would love to see pictures of both Ramon and Keiki (and Faridah and, Sandy, forgive me that I can't remember right now the name of your other darling - it's senility I suppose). Every once in a while I think about some of my older guys' great stories - baby Mouse, for example, who found me in a blizzard when my car had broken down... (Like you, it doesn't take much to tip me over the edge of crying for them.) How about this? I'll tell some if you will. And Sandy, you know TPC will help you figure out how to scan and post pictures if you need it! And I'll cheerlead! (Lazy or just ignorant?) Go for it!
Yes, Sandy, I will!
I dreamed of Ramon last night for the first time in years. I was looking for him everywhere because I wanted to adopt a cat, but I couldn't find him.
Thank you very much, you two. I think I'll write him a story today, as I've been meaning to do for a long time.
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