3/30/08

Happy Birthday, Mickey Mack, I miss you every day.

I should open the box...

I don't want to cry anymore. Damn it all.

Crying at Petco Isn't Any Fun

RIP Mickey, 3/30/08-3/4/10

"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan."

Irving Townsend

There will never be another cat like Mickey Mack.

a lot can happen in an hour

Waiting for Mickey's test results. Some today, more tomorrow. What song am I listening to? Monty Python's "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life." A little perverse to be listening to it, but it's what I listened to on repeat when I heard about Mo when I was at Interlochen, when I got the news that is was nothing. But it's not nothing now, it's a matter of what something and how long he has left.

I'd listen to Mozart's "Requiem" but that's too depressing. I have to be careful what I listen to, I don't want to associate music I love with this.

Mickey (aka Jericho)

Oh my goodness, the little bugger purred for me. For me, not my father, not Jim, not any man, me. He still runs, but when I catch him and pet him he stops, and rolls, and purrs oh so sweetly. Then runs away again. But - progress!


Went straight down to see him after getting home from excessive traveling (attempted flight home yesterday, botched, back to Mama Toby's and Wright by the Sea, back to the airport today, 3 1/2 hour layover, etc. etc. etc.). He definitely made the family room his playroom. Books were strewn about, the paper towel on top of the counter was on the floor and torn, the catnip pillow was ripped open, the lower-right corner of my Roebling Tea Room postcard was nibbled upon, and even a sponge became his play toy. What a little monkey! Right now he's pawing his reflection in his water bowl. Too cute. He's still too scared though, he needs to not run away when I approach. But he bloody purred for me! AND he has a happy tail. That is, his tail is up in the air, and not curved down like it was the first few days.

A Million Ughs

Jericho only let's me hold him when he's napping. Any other time and he just jumps from my hand. Why must it always be unrequited? Why?
It hasn't even been one full week. I should give it more time. But it's heartbreaking. I know it'll take a while, I just hope it won't be forever. I don't want to regret my decision.

I have to pack up my life. I have to write a final essay. I have to take one final exam. I have to socialize Jericho. Jericho needs to get his health records and a snip snip so he can travel and not be so crazy and have smelly pee. I have to either come back to Oregon or fly to Florida. I have to say goodbye. I don't want to say goodbye. I don't want to admit that she might not be here much longer. If there was ever one person that ever I wanted to be there for the milestones it would be her. I have her hands.

I'm not going to think about it. And so I'll focus on Jericho instead for now.

Jericho II

I took home Jericho tonight. He is not docile like his sister, that is for certain. He is so jumpy! And incredibly anxious. But I can't blame the guy, new house, smells of cat still I'm sure, and he was in two car rides and two different cages. He finally started playing with me, but he still won't let me touch him. I finally just heard him drinking some water, I was starting to get worried he'd dehydrate. I hope this won't be unrequited, and that he'll eventually let me at least pet him.

Yes! He's using the litter. Or at least it sounds it. The sounds of gravel being pushed around in plastic.

Anywho, I hope he opens up eventually, and lets me pet his belly.

I don't know what that boy is chasin', but he seems to be having a damn good time running between my room and the family room.

*update 8/14, evening*

That little boy is just the cutest. He sits. He actually sits. That is, he sits like a person would if they were a cat, on his back, with his legs splayed out in front. Adorable doesn't do it justice.

Jericho

I am in love. I met him only yesterday, but it was love at first sight.



Not the greatest pic, seeing as how he's in plastic bubble and all...