Sunday, October 19, 2003 rise and fall and rise again
I found out a few days ago that my friend Leah's savage little cat died in the line of duty recently. He chased a rat right out into the path of car. From what I know of the Motor City rat population, the fucker was probably 3 times his size, and armed.
I knew the cat when he was fresh from the West Philly streets, and still smelled vaguely of motor oil. In the last month or so of school, when I was spending a lot of nights on Leah's floorso that I'd actually have time to finish my thesis rather than spending a couple hours a day commuting back and forth to the chaos in Delaware, the cat, who was then very small, would often find a fairly flat expanse of my persona nd fall asleep on it.
He was the only kitten I knew with a double chin. He was very pretty, and good at purring.
The rat never stood a chance against a cat so tough and stalwart. If only our hero were so lucky.
This really stinks. I know I was pretty broken up about Robo, and we knew she was ancient when we found her, so it was no shock.
Up in heaven, little Dickie or Teddy (there was some dissention about the cat's true name) is pouncing on Robo's back, and Robo is standing still, looking straight ahead. The arrangement suits them, and they are happy. posted by Frenz | 10/19/2003 03:16:00 AM
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