rock and roll musings by Tim Byrnes

Bleeker Street Kitten

     I know, I know, the democrats took the house, maybe even the Senate and Rumsfeld has resigned but my mackerel tabbycat Bleeker has been missing since last Tuesday. Seeing as how the boy's never stayed away longer than 18 hours before, I fear the worst. To some that might not mean much but to me, it's as heartbreaking as losing a child, 'cause that's what it feels like.

     Bleeker and his brother MacDougal were gifts given to me by an old girlfriend for my birthday 2 years ago and, along w/Buster Byrnes the Wonderdog have kept this old man from going (completely) crazy through the trials and general crap of the aformentioned last 2 years. Bleeker was the shy one, the gentler of the 2 and although I love both my boys and would miss any of them as sorely, the pain in my heart is as distinguished as Bleeker was from any other cat.

     Y'know even for my dramaqueen ass, this ain't making much sense. Listen, I miss my cat and I hate missing him alone. I hate being alone. Why do you think I have so many animals?

     Which leads me to the cure for my current malaise. Regular readers might remember a post I wrote a while back concerning a neighbor who was moving and would probably abandon his animals. Well, he did and now Camille, the now pregnant again mamacat, her elder daughter Bottlebrush (you just have to see the cat's tail) and 3 little kittens who I refuse to name as I will be finding homes for them (all of them, I promise) hopefully before the weekend. I'd been feeding them (and Speedy, and Stratton and Howard and all the strays out back) outside every morning for the last year and a half, but we got hit w/our 1st real snow the other day and, well.... could you turn away a pregnant cat w/3 kittens looking in yr window as you mourned for yr own feline friend?

    So I once again have kittens in the house which helps as I miss and mourn my Bleeker. MacDougal's freaking out a little, but so far I've been able to keep everyone seperated (Camille basically tried to kill MacDougal the 1st night he came home. Mothers and their young and all that) and anyway, Mickey's been spending most of his time outside lately. Tomcats being tomcats I fear for my Orangecat also, but what will be will etc.

     So, not much to report, just the normal ups and downs of a chronically depressed catlover trying to put some good into the world by housing and feeding those he can. Good riddance to Rumsfeld and, just to show that one should never lose hope, come home Bleeker, Dad loves you.

tb

Posted by: timbyrnes at 21:03 | link | comments (2)

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#1  08 November 2006 - 23:38

 

oh dear tim. it's possible Bleeker may still show up, although doubtful at this point. have you walked the neighborhood and called and looked around?

my old esty (now since gone) once disappeared for almost two weeks but showed back up completely and utterly dehydrated. had to squirt water and chicken broth down him with an eyedropper for days. my guess is he got shut in someone's garage or something. never knew what happened to him, but he did return and regain his health and lived another 5 years or so.

i will think of you and your Bleeker and hope for the best.

limine

#2  09 November 2006 - 17:34

 

Hey, Limine, how ya been? Yeah, I walked the neighborhood, questioned all the alleycats. Hope never dies - my ex and I had a cat named MacKenzie who took off for 4 months so one never knows. Thanks for the kind word, good to hear from you again. Righty now the trick is keeping Camille from killing MacDougal long enough to find a home for her and her kittens. Helping them keeps my mind off of Bleeker. A little at least.
tb

timbyrnes

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