Post by Bear the Mystic (and cuddly) on Feb 28, 2006 16:32:35 GMT -5
I haven't mentioned it, I know, but my mom's cat (and truly my MOM'S) had kittens 4 months ago. Of the litter, two were identical and solid black. One (Blackie), was a little fluffier and tended to be my dad's buddy. The run of the litter (hence the name) was sleeker and was definitely mine. From before he ever even opened his eyes, there was an attachment. I would walk out on the porch where they were, and he would leave hsi mother to come to the side of their bed for me to pick him up. Once their eyes opened, he was straight to me the moment I came out. He had grown to be the larger of the two brothers - though not by much. He would be nowhere to be found until I walked into the yard. Within a minute of me walking outside, he was sitting in front of me, waiting on me to speak to him. I truly believe my new familiar had finally come to me.
Well, I got a call from my mom the other night. Runt had been doing his usual hunting in the field across from their house. He started across the road in front of a truck. The guy saw him and honked the horn, warning him back. Runt backed up but then sprinted across behind the truck, but in front of the trailer the guy was hauling.
Needless to say, there's a little empty spot in me now. Smokey is pregnant again but I'm not putting much stock in another Runt coming along anytime soon.
RIP, my friend.
Well, I got a call from my mom the other night. Runt had been doing his usual hunting in the field across from their house. He started across the road in front of a truck. The guy saw him and honked the horn, warning him back. Runt backed up but then sprinted across behind the truck, but in front of the trailer the guy was hauling.
Needless to say, there's a little empty spot in me now. Smokey is pregnant again but I'm not putting much stock in another Runt coming along anytime soon.
RIP, my friend.
