I went to Petco today for cat food. I alway stop at the adoption center and usually there are a couple of cats there and none of them strike me in the heart.
Today, I was nearly knocked down. Dylan's twin brother was in the "showcase" cage and it was instant love. I cooed to him and he did as Dylan does - fell down on his side with his front paws kneading the air.
The next cage over, there she sat. Ever so neatly, as Grace always did, with her tail curled around her toes and an expression of calm watchfulness. She had Gracie's green eyes and the "M" / moggy mark on her forehead. She lacked the dramatic swirling black pattern Gracie had on her side. But still.
"It's too soon," I said to her. "You can't be Gracie. You're at least seven months old and Gracie died barely ten days ago. You can't be Gracie."
And yet I thought, Can't she?
2 comments:
oh geez, it would be so easy to get all ooky spooky here, but didn't Gracy start her downhill slide at the beginning of this year?
I know that my old cat Precious started "training" the then kitten Pooty. For some years, he behaved much like her, although now he is not so much.
I'm not allowed to look at kittens, by the way.
I don't know if you read Bete de Jour, so if you haven't read it, you must go to http://betedejour.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-cats-and-men.html.
La Bete recently lost his cat Pablo. He had moved, and let Pablo out too early, and Pablo went back to the old house and got hit by a car. La Bete brought Pablo's body home, and wrote this paean.
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