"Me and my late brofur Whiskey, washing after a good meal. The year was 1996. The place, our Hollywood apartment. It was the best of times, just the two of us and Mom, and the worst of times cause we struggled to get by. Our love always held us together."
Favorite Nap Spot: the cement just outside the bedroom sliding glass door
Favorite Food: chicken
Skills: ear biting
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: Shelby was found in a carrier next to a dumpster in an alley behind a vet hospital in the very early morning a few days before Christmas of 1993. I was working at a no-kill shelter and I brought him to work with me. It wasn't long before I was head-over-heels in love. I brought him home to live with me a few days later on Christmas Eve. It was the best Christmas ever, just me and my two cats, Whiskey and Shelby. Whiskey loved Shelby, and was happy for the company while I was at work. We lived blissfully until years down the road, my landlord decided to enter my apartment to fix something while I was not at home. When I arrived, Shelby was nowhere to be found. It would be about a year later when I finally gave up the search, accepting that a huge part of me had died. Four years later, on the very day I was to move from the apartment I'd lived in for 12 years, Shelby showed up at my door. I didn't recognize him at first, his face was swollen, and he was so skinny. It turns out he'd been stolen by a neighbor who knew I'd been searching, but the family kept him anyway. I spoke at length with the woman's son, and he told me they'd decided to let him go because they couldn't afford to take him to the vet. Shelby was home!!!!
Bio: I took him with me to the new house of course, and the next day took him to the vet. He was in kidney failure, and his heart was damaged. He's been back with me a year now, living with two fatal diseases. He continues to slowly decline despite all I do to keep him well, and to keep his little body hydrated. Each day is a precious gift from above, but I'm not sure I can go through losing him all over again. I live each day in fear and dread, and I watch him constantly. I've taken thousand of photos and video in each and every corner of the house and yard. I don't want to risk any of those special moments to memory.
MOL, each year on Christmas Eve Catster reminds me it's my birthday. Well, it's not really my birthday for a couple of reasons. First of all, I'm not there anymore MOL, my birthday these days is the anniversary of my passage to the Rainbow Bridge when I was reborn. Secondly, Mum didn't actually know when I was born, but she proclaimed Christmas Eve as my Birthday because that was the eve, many years ago, when Mummy brought me into her home. It was a wonderful Christmas for me, for Mummy, and for my brofur Whiskey Lee. The three of us celebrated Christmas together, and it was wonderful. Mum had only recently moved into the Hollywood apartment, so the apartment was sparsely furnished. It didn't matter, we spent most of our time on the bed together just enjoying each others company. We didn't even have a TV yet, so Mum read Christmas stories out loud to me and my new brofur Whiskey Lee. It was a wonderful night, and we won't ever furget it. Love to you all from up above, I promise to write you again on the anniversary of my passing in a couple of weeks. I hope that all of you are well.
I had to fly down from Heaven today because I know my Mum is always sad this time of year......for a couple reasons.
Naturally we all know that my Mum didn't actually give birth to me MOL, but nonetheless, I was hers and she was mine.
Each Spring she's reminded of when we first moved to the country house, this time of year in 2007. It was a new beginning for both of us.
Perhaps it's because of the fruit that's ripening in my orchard in the garden she made in my memory that first Spring, or even just the way the light plays in certain areas of the house this time of year. You know, a ray of light here, a ray of light there, I always followed it. The suns rays touch the bedspread this time of year, and sure thing, a cat lays there......but it isn't me, and it never will be me again.