The day I got two months worth of grant funding, my computer broke. If you don’t have one, see about renting. Having a cute baby around helps sell stuff.I have to force myself to toss/sell things. I constantly pick up, say, a cassette tape I haven’t listened to in 15 years and don’t want to throw it out because I listened to it during that wild night in Boston. I’m one of the worst people when it comes to sentimentalizing inanimate objects.A tip: schedule your garage sale for the time when (a) one neighbor has been advertising one for several days (b) your other neighbor has suddenly decided he needs to sell his furniture and puts it out in front of your garage, drawing buyers.The two people you meet at garbage sales: the guy who touches everything and asks lots of questions and buys nothing the guy who rolls up and, without a word, casually buys something you thought would never sell.Having people hand me unfamiliar bills was a bit jarring. I hadn’t realized that the $5 bill was changed I use cards for everything and rarely work on a cash basis.This was the first one I’d participated in since the mid-80’s. So after the initial run to Good Will and the filling of several garbage cans, we had a garage sale. It’s astonishing how much useless crap you can accrete. The first stage is the ritual shedding of possessions. Sue and I are in the initial stage of moving to Pennsylvania. I’ve put a picture of him up at Right-Thinking.
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PS – I can’t figure out how to put pictures on this blog. I don’t know if there is any such things as a spirit. Later, I’ll wrap him up and bury him under his favorite tree with his favorite toy. Something told me to stay up because this was the end. Whatever was ailing him, all the X-rays and ultrasounds in the world would only prolong it. I keep expecting him to come out and bite my ankles for food.Įleven years isn’t a long time for cat. I keep expecting him to start that deep sleeping breath that was almost like a purr. I keep checking on him to make sure he’s really gone. I took him to the ER and they said the could resuscitate him, but for little purpose. And this morning, he crawled into my room, meowed a few times in agony and then died in my arms. Saturday night, he stopped even eating the food I would give him. The vet wanted more tests, but I was determine just to get him to eat, not to subject him to all sorts of poking and prodding. I took him to the vet and they did some bloodwork that showed little. But we would still have our moments when he would lie in bed with me and just purr.Ī couple of months ago, he started vomiting on a regular basis. As time went on and my life filled with a family, we weren’t as close.
He was never territorial.įor ten years, he was the most loyal most friendly sweetest cat you could imagine, playing all the time and talking in chirps and purrs. Whenever stray cats would be outside, he would meow at them in a friendly way. The first night, she woke up and meowed in fear. When I got a second cat, he came over and started bathing her. When people came over, he would come out, nuzzle and roll over to have his belly rubbed. He would get up, stretch and come to the door for me. I would come home late at night and see him sitting on the top of the couch. But he was there for me.įor the next few years, it was just me and him. I’d broken up with a girlfriend, my parents had divorced and moved out of the house I grew up in. A few months later, he was my best friend at a time when my world was in motion. But one night he came out and we lay next to each other and I petted him.
He had (and never really lost) a fear of bathrooms. For a while, he would only stay in boxes or under furniture, occasionally coming out to pee on things. He wouldn’t even eat until I cooked salmon one night and he poked his head out enough to gobble some down. I brought him out only to have him pee on me. A couple of weeks later, he moved in.Īt first, he hid under the bed. But he ws the most beautiful cat I’d seen. He was a big linebacker of a cat, with a broken tooth and a mangled ear from fighting. I drove out there with two friends to meet him. But before I could start looking around, one of the professors asked me if I was looking for one. The whole reason I moved out of a nice Shamrock apartment into a cookie-cutter U-Heights place was to have a cat.
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