So here's Muzzy. Two, maybe three days ago. My car has been broken down and in the shop all week, so I was out somewhere with Toast Ed in his car and Muzzy was with us. When we turned onto our street, he stopped the car and let Muzzy out, so that he could run alongside us the short distance to the house.
Muzzy and Toast Ed. I should note that I now find myself in a quandary. I have realized that, as I have been going, I will be telling the story of Kaboodle for three years, and so I decided to sum up that part of it from my last entry until the kitten, Thunder Paws, came to live with us.
Trouble is, I leave for New York City, where I will be showing a slide show about Wasilla, in just two nights and I have not even prepared that slide show yet. Plus, I have many more things that I must do before I leave.
So it might be hard for me to write that final story before I leave. I will see if I can, but it may have to wait until I get back. If I can't write it by then, I will try to drop something in, anyway, because I have noticed on "statcounter" that every time I leave this blog without any new posts for a couple of days, I lose readers, some of whom never come back.
So I will keep something popping up on here, between now and when I leave.
And once I get to New York, I will, of course, seek out cats to meet and photograph and I will put them in here. My goal is to do so every day. We will see if I succeed.
And above we see Muzzy, Toast Ed, Prickly Pear Blossom and Wry walking through the glow of a street light.
In Memoriam: two recent Cats Met Along the Way, one old, one a kitten:
Ted. This afternoon, as I walked toward the repair to pick up my car. Ted's human came driving by. She recognized me and stopped, because she wanted a picture of Ted. Readers from back then will recall that Ted was very old when he posed in Charlie's arms. Newcomers can find his story here. Old age and health caught up to Ted, as happens to us all, unless we die young.
I'm glad that I got to meet Ted when he still walked Planet Earth.
Remember Chimichanga? One of two kittens that I met in the Wasilla Wal-Mart parking lot last month? And remember the human, Rhonda, seen here reaching out to pet him? Rhonda, you will recall, is associated with a no-kill cat shelter and she took Chimchanga and his litter mate there.
Unfortunately, Chimichanga had feline distemper. Rhonda stayed with him as he died, doing what she could to make the experience easier for him. It was a terribly difficult experience for Rhonda.