April 1987 ——- June 4 2000
Abyssinian Cat
I got Micky who was a ruddy Abyssinian and Jones a
domestic short-hair from a cat kennel. Micky was five.
He was used as a stud which made him very aggressive toward Jones.
He would sit next to me and wait to be petted with his tongue out drooling.
He was the funniest guy if you were eating he would sneak up next to you
and reach over and grab your fork or hand to steal the food.
He had to be right in the middle of everything and every conversation.
Later when I got a dog he befriended Otis. They rolled around like puppies.
Micky would tolerate the dog drool for a while and then stand up and strut away.
Otis loved him too they were best buddies.
Micky slept with me actually under the covers.
If I was sick or sad he would lay with me and not leave my side.
He was into everything. On the highest perches or in the back of my
drawers if they were open. You always knew if he snuck in the
drawer because all the clothes were tossed onto the floor.
He was my best friend. When I talked I know he understood
he never obeyed but he understood.
Everyone I knew who hated cats loved Micky. He was the life of any party.
There will never be another cat like him or friend for that matter.
One night I came home from work and I didn’t stay up too late so I
didn’t have a chance to wonder where Micky was.
I went to bed and heard fighting with Otis and a cat or cats.
I ran into the dark hall to see what the commotion was.
Both Otis and Jones came running at me.
Jones ran right into my leg and took off. Then I saw blood on
the floor and I started frantically looking for Jones.
I looked in the basement and behind the bed.
Then I went into the office.
I saw Micky in the window. It looked like his claw was caught on the curtain.
I said “oh no buddy let me help you”. I pulled back one of the
curtain panels to find my best friend hanging in the curtain.
I don’t know how it happened. It was all twisted around his neck.
I screamed and screamed. I couldn’t free him.
I cut him out and tried to get him to breathe.
It was way too late. My baby was dead.
I went through all the blaming steps of how I should have fixed the torn curtain
and looked for him sooner and listened to the other animals sooner.
But it all doesn’t really matter. My best buddy is gone.
I miss him very much so do Jones and Otis.
I miss his hugs and head nudges. His arrogance and playfulness
his ability to be more sociable then I have ever been.
I loved him so much.
I miss you Boogie.
Chris
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