32 Day Photo Challenge. Day 20. Furry Faces.
He was 14 when he died suddenly and unexpectedly this fall, found in a comfy-looking stretched out position next to our neighbor’s house. He hadn’t come home the night before which was unusual, but not really alarming since he had sometimes stayed out too late before, especially on those warm Indian Summer nights. There appeared to be no trauma involved, no blood, no bite marks, but the sprinklers had been on so his body was wet when the neighbors found him in the morning and called Mike to tell me. I was devastated. The start of a good murder mystery? No, just the accounts of my beloved cat with the long slim active body, beautiful orange fur, and a tail that was extremely tall and regal with a bend at the end like a shepherd’s hook. He was actually my daughter’s cat whom we drove to Cottonwood to retrieve from friends in the spring of 1997, her freshman year. His name? Nelson. Named after a boy with similar colored hair by the name of Drake Nelson whom she liked that week, and whom returned the admiration by offering her a rose and asking if she might like to go out with him. She accepted but soon freaked and reversed her decision rather quickly, but by then Nelson had been named and it was not to be undone. She didn’t love that cat as much as I did and he soon became mine. In the early years he did annoying things like eat shoe laces, poop in the bathtub, and all his life he drove Mike and Matt crazy bonkers with his constant meowing in many different languages. He screeched loudly in the night if he came in and we’d gone to bed before him. He lunged at your feet if you walked by him in the night and didn’t pet him. He would hide in a bush in the front yard and jump out and scare the bejezzus out of you. He would want in and out the door like it was revolving, and each time inside would want fresh food in his bowl. He was alpha-dog and Sammy respected her submissive canine role. His hair would get on everything and on occasion he would hack up a hairball in the night just as you were falling asleep. They say you either love cats or you don’t. I’m not sure about that … I think you can find a middle ground somewhere. There was no middle ground for me. I. Loved. That. Cat. I still miss him. Will I get another one and go through all that again? Heck no! What, are you crazy!