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It happened again. I left the living room, where I was watching… - Happy's Obsession
or what I do between bouts of Real Life
It happened again.

I left the living room, where I was watching Project Runway, to get a drink.  I passed through the dining room, into the kitchen... then whirled, and raced back.  Why?

Because I'd left my cut up landjaeger in a small bowl on the coffee table.  And Boyo *always* was right there whenever I left.  Any door that didn't click completely shut, anything dropped on the floor, or left unattended for any period of time... he was always right there.  Trying to go out it/eat it/etc.

But he isn't here anymore.  Or rather, he is... cremated in a box on my mantle.  Next to my little girl, Boo. 

Two cats, so different... but each so smart.  Boo was almost human seeming.  She didn't like other cats, attacked them, even, to keep them away.  She was totally bonded to me, and seemed to understand me uncannily.  When it was summer, and she'd get on my lap, her little claws would hurt my bare legs.  So she would jump up, lay down, and tuck her paws under.  I didn't teach her that... she just knew. 

Boo was an indoor-outdoor cat, and once, while I lived in Berkeley, she just... didn't come home.  It was a 3 day weekend, no school, and even if there had been, no way would I have gone anywhere until I found her.  I made copies of a cat pic from a calender who looked like her ("but she's a little thinner") and went door to door, passing out flyers.  I called her up and down the neighborhood, from about 10 am Saturday morning until 5 pm... and then I heard a mew.  Her little mew.  I called again, and she cried back.  Over and over, as I tracked her down... locked inside an apartment/condo garage.  Luckily, it had a solid metal door that lifted up, and  had a little wiggle.  I pulled the edge out, reached underneath, and she touched me with her nose.

I couldn't wait to see if someone came home.  It was already late, and a 3-day weekend.   I raced home, got K, and we yanked the hell out of that door until we could strain it wide enough for her to get out.  The saddest day of my life was when we had to put her down, after the vets couldn't do any more.  Boyo was the second saddest.

As I've been sitting here, typing this, the landjaeger has been sitting, unprotected, on the coffee table.  At least... 15 minutes?  I just glanced out to see - no cat.  Called Rosie... and she meowed from where she was, crouched on the computer tower not more than 2 feet from me.

Rosie is a different cat, one with many interesting habits, likes, and dislikes... but I guess that describes a cat.  I think she would be happy to be thought of as a good cat.  She'd be all like, "Yes, I am!  I'm a good cat!"

Boyo would have been all "F*ck that shit, I'm in charge!".

I do miss him so...
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severina2001 From: severina2001 Date: January 26th, 2010 08:27 am (UTC) (Link)
*snuggles you*
beloved4always From: beloved4always Date: January 26th, 2010 10:50 am (UTC) (Link)
hsifeng From: hsifeng Date: January 26th, 2010 05:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
I understand honey, I miss my little monsters too... *hugs*
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