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But I want all my friends here to know I did it MY way, always. I´ve always said I was street smart and knew what I was doing. I made my mom respect my wishes and let me OUT out when I wanted to go. Today was the most beautiful day we´ve had all year and I only wanted to go check the hood while she was at the store.
But I had a very quick argument with a car and the car won. I am now Somewhere Over the Rainbow, meowing for my old friend Trixie, who was adopted by mom from the shelter with me, to come and give a guy a whisker lick and welcome him to cat heaven.
No coyote took me and made my mom call and cry for me for months. A little boy on a bike saw me get hit by the car and went around to all the houses knocking doors to see who´s kitty had been killed. The neighbor man put me in a cardboard box, very respectfully, and covered me with a tarp.
When Mom got home from the store, he told her a cat had been killed and she had a bad feeling it was me, while hoping that my street smarts had paid off once again and it wasn´t me after all. Truth is, she´d have been almost as sad if it had been any cat, and truth is, though I will not to admit to any unselfish bones, in my body,
I am almost 15 years old, have been on maintenance doses of vetalog and amoxydrops all my life for an ulcerative digestive auto immune disease. My kidneys would have got me pretty soon anyway, and that´s a hard way to go. So maybe better me than some sweet young cat huh?
The neighbor man carried me back to our house for Mom and laid me in the solarium so my bros could say goodbye. Pancho, thanks for taking a final sniff and not getting in a last lick at the same time. Enjoy the wet cat food while it lasts cause Mom only bought that for ME, you know. She just had to let you guys have some to be fair. Cisco, thanks for freakin´ out, Super Boy. I didn´t know you cared. Kittibits, my dear old friend, you didn´t come out to see me but you don´t have to stand at the window or the door yelling at mom to let me in or go looking for me. She knows where I am now and I´m not ever coming in again, buddy. Keep your mats to remember me by.
Mom, I loved you for rescuing me. I was a grown cat when you found me at the pound and I´d have been a goner a long time ago if you hadn´t brought me home and cared for me and made me take the stupid medicine. I know, I know, I should have listened when you told me the enclosure was good enough for everybody else, why not me, but I needed to go OUT out. I have always been a ramblin´ boy by nature and I´ve always come home to you, even today, sort of.
Uncle Jolly, you were the best surrogate dad a cat could have. I loved how you petted me and petted me and let me nuzzle you and drool on you before you got me to take my meds when Mom was gone, then we had another love fest till time for you to feed me. Thanks for petting my bod and then giving me a good burial with kind words and for helping my mom say bye.
Uncle Tony the vet, I would never have lasted as long as I did without your kindness and care. You are a friend to cats, dogs and all creatures and a credit to your profession. I´m definitely putting in a word for you and Jeannette with the Big Guy.
See all you cats and kittens and kitty lovers on the flip side or maybe I will see if some lovely cat in my town is having kittens and go be one and then saunter back home again and find my mom and my bros. You never know about these things.
Purrrs to you all, from your now rainbow cat friend, Treat. I have seen the light!
But I had a very quick argument with a car and the car won. I am now Somewhere Over the Rainbow, meowing for my old friend Trixie, who was adopted by mom from the shelter with me, to come and give a guy a whisker lick and welcome him to cat heaven.
No coyote took me and made my mom call and cry for me for months. A little boy on a bike saw me get hit by the car and went around to all the houses knocking doors to see who´s kitty had been killed. The neighbor man put me in a cardboard box, very respectfully, and covered me with a tarp.
When Mom got home from the store, he told her a cat had been killed and she had a bad feeling it was me, while hoping that my street smarts had paid off once again and it wasn´t me after all. Truth is, she´d have been almost as sad if it had been any cat, and truth is, though I will not to admit to any unselfish bones, in my body,
I am almost 15 years old, have been on maintenance doses of vetalog and amoxydrops all my life for an ulcerative digestive auto immune disease. My kidneys would have got me pretty soon anyway, and that´s a hard way to go. So maybe better me than some sweet young cat huh?
The neighbor man carried me back to our house for Mom and laid me in the solarium so my bros could say goodbye. Pancho, thanks for taking a final sniff and not getting in a last lick at the same time. Enjoy the wet cat food while it lasts cause Mom only bought that for ME, you know. She just had to let you guys have some to be fair. Cisco, thanks for freakin´ out, Super Boy. I didn´t know you cared. Kittibits, my dear old friend, you didn´t come out to see me but you don´t have to stand at the window or the door yelling at mom to let me in or go looking for me. She knows where I am now and I´m not ever coming in again, buddy. Keep your mats to remember me by.
Mom, I loved you for rescuing me. I was a grown cat when you found me at the pound and I´d have been a goner a long time ago if you hadn´t brought me home and cared for me and made me take the stupid medicine. I know, I know, I should have listened when you told me the enclosure was good enough for everybody else, why not me, but I needed to go OUT out. I have always been a ramblin´ boy by nature and I´ve always come home to you, even today, sort of.
Uncle Jolly, you were the best surrogate dad a cat could have. I loved how you petted me and petted me and let me nuzzle you and drool on you before you got me to take my meds when Mom was gone, then we had another love fest till time for you to feed me. Thanks for petting my bod and then giving me a good burial with kind words and for helping my mom say bye.
Uncle Tony the vet, I would never have lasted as long as I did without your kindness and care. You are a friend to cats, dogs and all creatures and a credit to your profession. I´m definitely putting in a word for you and Jeannette with the Big Guy.
See all you cats and kittens and kitty lovers on the flip side or maybe I will see if some lovely cat in my town is having kittens and go be one and then saunter back home again and find my mom and my bros. You never know about these things.
Purrrs to you all, from your now rainbow cat friend, Treat. I have seen the light!
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