Posts Tagged ‘Cat’

A Magical New Year Begins

Posted on Sunday, January 1st, 2012

Truth be told, this story begins back before Thanksgiving, when my indoor/outcoor cat companion Clive (a very large tabby) went missing. Around that time I had two dreams: I was clearing out a tunnel system which allowed two former black cat companions (Castor and Pollux) to go in and out without me opening a door for them; I was about to leave my house and heard a noise which, when I opened the closet door, turned out to be an emaciated cat who was a different color than Clive.

Eventually I determined that Clive had passed into the spirit realm, and I began my grieving process. I also knew that I would look for another cat, perhaps a reincarnated Clive, very soon. It began to be imperative when my house became overrun by mice. I looked at one shelter and found a cat who was nearly the spitting image of Clive. This cat, named Boogie, came immediately to me the first two times I went to visit, but did not budge on the third visit, and I left him there.
On New Year’s Eve, I got the message from a friend that the Asheville Humane Society was running a special on adoptions—$12. I had about 2 hours to get there before they closed.
Once again there was a cat who looked almost exactly like Clive, but he was unhappy and wouldn’t greet me. Given the lateness of my arrival, most of the cats had already been adopted, and it took several turns through the shelter before I really noticed Trip—the spitting image of my two black cats, Castor and Pollux. And, at age 4 months, he seems very small and emaciated compared to Clive. My two dreams were being played out before my eyes.
Those dreams, his color (my favorite), and his name, all led me to decide to bring him home with me.
It’s quite a change to have kitten energy in the house again after about twenty years with adults. He is lively, playful, energetic, enthusiastic—a true delight; just the kind of Trip I want to be on myself in this new year. And he seems to be quite happy to be a part of it.

Ode to Clive

Posted on Saturday, November 26th, 2011

In spite of my excitement to join my family/friends in WI, I always approach a major trip with a little trepidation and reluctance to leave my home and routine, this year even more so because of the fact that my current cat companion, Clive, has been missing for nearly three weeks. He’s done this before; shortly after his arrival at my house (at age 4 or 5) he went on an eight day kitty walkabout, so I know he has the chops to survive. But three weeks is a long time, and I am worried that he will come home and find it empty and just keep on going. I have friends looking out for him, ready to take him in, and I keep sending him loving thoughts – I am so grateful to have found him and be sharing my home with him – but I am worried, nonetheless. So here is an “ode” for Clive:

I was looking for a cat, but not for him,
A tabby staring at me from my vet’s wall
With a caption reading, “I need a home.”
I found, instead, a black beauty named Hades
Who reminded me of a previous friend
But he was taken from me after just 45 minutes.
Back at my vet’s office several weeks later,
Clive, from his picture, continued to call
“Pick me, pick me, pick me. –
I made the call, and went to meet this fellow
Who, unlike Hades, seemed aloof and carefree.
I told his human, – If he is here when I return,
I will take him home with me; we’ll see. –
And this outdoor enthusiast was there,
Cried all the way home but,
After sniffing around for 15 minutes,
Came and curled up in my lap.
The agreement was this:
You get to be who you are, and I will be myself,
And within that container the bonds of love grew.
Now I cannot imagine life without his loving nonchalance.
Please, Clive, pick me, pick me, pick me.

Complete trust