Friday, August 16, 2019

little black mama cat

she first showed up two weeks ago.  it was late afternoon and i happened to glance out the kitchen window and saw her just past the sycamore tree.  in a way i had been expecting her.  i was having a hard day, crying over jack, and had just had an interesting experience while half-napping.  i first had a strong sensation of being sort of enveloped in soft black and i saw/felt jack's smiling face.  i rested in the sensation until it faded after a minute or so.  i sat up and while wide awake had a dream---a little black cat about jack's size was in the house just inside the front door.  i had the sense that the cat was making itself at home in some way.  though it looked very much like jack i knew that it wasn't. 
i went into the bathroom and washed the tears from my face and then went into the kitchen.  staal was doing something at the kitchen sink and i stood next to him and looked out the kitchen window.  there she was, checking out some gopher holes.  i went out the front door and called "here, kitty, kitty..."  she was panting and meowing to me as i continued to talk to her and move a bit closer.  she was very skittish and wouldn't let me get close, retreating to the brush on the other side of the creek.  she sat in the brush for a while meowing back to me after each time i called her.  after a few minutes she disappeared deeper into the tangle of manzanita and poison oak.  i put some water out for her near the creek (which has dried up for the summer) and went about the rest of the day.


she kept quite a distance from me but from what i could see of her she looked to be in milk.  i've been thinking about her and where she might have her nest of kittens, hoping she and her babies are all okay.

she showed up again wednesday (8/14/19) evening around 6-6:30pm (i had dreamed black cats all night the previous night).  again i happened to look out the kitchen window and saw her sitting by one of the pine rounds that marks the driveway.  staal and i called her through the window and this time she came running toward the house meowing and panting.  i went outside and she spooked a little at first because she heard zane whine and bark.  she didn't go far, just around to the back side of the house.  i went back and talked to her and told her i'd get her some food and she seemed to understand. 





i first thought to bring her some of the kibble i take to the wild cats across the street but then thought some wet food would be a much better choice because i figured she was probably panting from being a bit dehydrated from nursing kittens in the heat.  i mixed up a bowl of the food i'd been feeding jack and billy.  it's a dehydrated food that you mix with water to get whatever consistency your cat prefers.  she was very hungry and scarfed down the food in less than a minute.



after she finished the food i gave her she was still meowing so i mixed her another bowl.  i ended up giving her a total of three full bowls of food and one that was half food and half water to get some good fluid into her.  when she'd finished the fourth bowl she seemed satisfied and quieted down.  she had stopped panting and sat, with a very full belly, licking her lips.  i kept talking to her and told her to come back when she got hungry again and to bring her babies with her.  she sort of came toward me like she was saying thank you and would have enjoyed some petting but she wasn't willing to make any contact that would put her at risk of not being able to get back to her babies. 


when she started to leave i followed at a distance to see where she might have her kittens but she quickly gave me the slip.  maybe she'll be back.

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

wild things

i miss jack and billy everyday.  i still get to have some cat time when i go over to feed 'migo and that has helped.  for the last couple weeks there has been another cat joining 'migo for breakfast most days.  he's a mostly black tom with a striped face.  i'd seen him around a few times in the last couple years but he never let me get too close.  it's possible he was part of the original colony we inherited when we bought the property across the street.
a couple weeks ago when i was over feeding 'migo i heard some meowing coming from one of the wood sheds so i called "here, kitty, kitty..." to see who it was and this dark creature with big yellow eyes, that for some reason reminded me instantly of one of maurice sendak's wild things ( where the wild things are ), came out toward me meowing a strange wild meow and offered his huge head and neck for petting and scratching.  it was pretty neat.
both 'migo and the creature are very much wild things so it's not quite like interacting with a truly domestic cat but i'm grateful for the contact they allow me and try to respect their boundaries.



he looks fluffy around the face/neck but that is all skull and muscle






the wild things in action (the tale twining is very sweet)...



the creature...



nice to be able to go where the wild things are when i need them.

Monday, August 5, 2019

august 5th

jack and billy were orphaned at a few days old and my aunt kathryn was bottle feeding them and their three siblings when i visited one day.  i fell in love with them and brought them home with me that day, the 20th of august 2005.  they were tiny and helpless.  i bottle fed them every few hours and kept them warm and safe---i was a pretty good mama cat.  their eyes had just recently opened and they were somewhere between crawling and just starting to walk on wobbly little legs.  i figured they were about 2 weeks old so i chose august 5th as a birth date for them (my aunt may know the actual date of their births).  today they would have been 14 years old (i'm giving jack the full 14 since he was so close and he definitely earned it).  jack and billy's sister, sophia, still lives with my aunt kathryn.  she's become quite the queen of the castle...

happy birthday, sophia louise whitestocking!


i miss jack and billy very much and today i celebrate their lives and give thanks for the time we had together.  here are a few videos i took of them over the years (because i need to hear them and see them today).


a couple days after bringing them home.  the light is too dim to see much but the best part is billy's enormous purr coming out of his tiny body...



early explorations on the porch in catheys valley...



happy little savages...



miss that purr...



love bites...



he was a talker...



happy birthday, my little beasties, i love you.


Tuesday, July 16, 2019

i was there

i don't know
if you knew
i was there
i thought it would be best
i thought it would be easier
for you
if i didn't touch you
if i didn't speak
it had seemed so hard for you earlier
when the end began
so hard for you to let go
my touch
my words of comfort
only solidifying a bond that needed to loosen
and so
i helped you settle your body into a safe and comfortable place
told you to try to sleep
and dream of billy
and then i said no more
and though i desperately wanted to hold you
and stroke your sleek coat
i thought it would be best
i thought it would be easier
for you
if i didn't
so i stayed silent
i stayed still
but close
hoping you remembered me telling you
what a magnificent cat you were
what a dear friend
thanking you for your companionship
telling you
i'll love you
always
hoping you knew
i was there
for you
as i listened to the faint whisper of your last breath
and the silence
as you slipped off into the night




Monday, July 15, 2019

i'm not the only one

i'm not the only one who lost a good friend...









i'm sorry for your loss. 

Saturday, July 13, 2019

black jack mcmew

jack passed away of heart failure at home at about 4:00 this morning.  i stayed with him as he passed.  we buried him next to billy in the orchard garden.  he is already deeply missed.  i can't say anymore right now.


thank you, jack, my dear friend, for walking with me, with us, on this journey.  you are a part of me always.  i love you.