April 24th 2011 8:33 pm
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The people who rescued me as a kitten called me B.A. after the “’A’ Team” television show character, Bad Attitude. I didn’t have an attitude problem but Mom didn’t change my name ‘cause I already knew it. I was the first of her kitties to teach her what true kitty love is about. I gave big fat kitty kisses and loved people and getting lots and lots of love.
When she thinks of me she thinks of Gavroche, the charming street urchin in Les Misérables ‘cause I also loved mischief! One of my favorite things to do was shred the telephone directory. It made such a nice paper snow storm. Watching the paper fly out the door was the best! I also liked my ‘let’s see what I can get away with stealing’ game. I had great luck with Mom’s watch. She woke up and looked at her wrist—hmmm…half past a freckle. MOL! But the bestest thing in the whole wide world was being rolled up in the comforter and poked! I purred and purred.
You know, sometimes Mom was so boring! She would put her head in a school book, and there would be nothing to do. That’s when my brofur Cappuccino and I would start livening things up. Once, he slipped off the bed and got stuck against the wall, butt skyward. Hee hee. He looked so comical in that tight jam that it made me pawsitively evil. I gave his butt my best smacky paw! But then I had to try it, didn’t I? I got stuck. He gave my butt his best smacky paw. ^..^
One really hot summer day, Mom and I were on the way home from the vet. We were about two blocks from the house when, all of a sudden she set the kennel cab down, waggled her finger at it and panted, “Okay, that’s it! No more ice cream, no more potato chips, no more pretzels!” Then this guy we didn’t know started laughing. Hey, wait a minute! I was big boy; I wasn’t fat! How embarrassing! True: I loved my food and I even ate Jalapeño Jack cheese. BUT I had a cast-iron stomach and I kept my svelte, hunky-cat physique way up to the end.
We said so many goodbyes that month when I was dying of cancer. Do you know that Mom has a pretty gold necklace with my mark on it? It’s a rope chain with an ever-so-slight kink I put there. She hung it around my neck with a lapis lazuli and gold amulet, and I wore it every day for the last week of my life. She prayed it would ease my way to the bridge.
The amulet was a ‘cartouche’ Mom brought back from her trip to Egypt. It was a copy of an ancient Egyptian scarab with the hieroglyph “Neb Kheperu Ra” molded into its setting (the royal name of King Tut). Kheper is the scarab, the dung beetle. Ra is the Sun God. The ancient Egyptians believed that the Kheper renewed the sun every morning and rolled it across the sky through the day. Then, after sunset, the Kheper carried the sun through the other world, and renewed it again the next day.