Wednesday, September 01, 2010
One Last Time
and blue. he's a dyed in the wool sling-me-over-your-shoulder cat. i could barely pet cream for blue's insistence on jumping into my arms, over and over. the woman he owns next will get little accomplished with his demanding schedule for love. stephanie, quite happily, has born the privilege of satiating that need since blue arrived at her shelter. it's hard not to love the blue skidoo.
they will be indoor cats at a large house in the country. 3 other cats already live there. i have no doubt they will be happy to have a tribe again. what i wanted for them, abundant food and water, furniture for lounging, windows for birdwatching and responsible love, they will have.
i lingered today, petting and schmoozing, reminding them to be good and thanking them over and over for the gifts they've set indelibly in my heart. and because i will never see them again, i started to cry on the way out the door.
but my own little remmington cat was waiting for me in the window. when i opened the door, he jumped into my arms and i slung him over my shoulder. with that, the tears were gone and i was home.