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Friday, August 04, 2006
From humble beginnings
Hercules has only been a part of my family for a few months now, and he was, sadly, a rebound cat. Without knowing it, this silver tabby with the mythological name had quite a lot to live up to, vis-a-vis his predecessor: a brown, chubby tabby named Cat.
Cat and I first became aquianted about five years ago when my mom married and we both moved into his house across town. My new step family owned two cats, a male and a female, that I was extatic about meeting. I have allways had a thing for cats, you see, and had only owned one or two in my life time. So now that I was aquiring a few, I could look past leaving all my friends for a strange new place. The younger cat was a white stray that my step sister had taken in, and her name was Pandora. She was skiddish, as strays usually are, and for the fact that she wasn't affectionate nor accepting of newcomers, I did not like her as much. On the other hand, the alpha male of the house, a brown tabby named Dammit by his misunderstood acts of mischeif, took quite a liking to me, and I to him.
Our bond, in my opinion, was the bond of two creatures that are cast aside by others, yet find campanionship in eachother. I adopted him, took him under my wing, and over the four year period that we shared, I grew to view him as my best friend and most loyal, if aloof, companion. He saw me through broken hearts, lonleyness, and awkard adolescence. Unfortunately, he was not to see a 5th year.
At the age of ten or eleven, Cat, as I renamed him, started acting funny. I felt his pain for I believe he was mourning for my near-at-hand departure to college in another state. So I too was acting strange, and supposed he was picking up on it. Once I was gone, and settled into dorm life somewhat, I got a call from my mother that my poor Cat had to be put to sleep becuase of internal disfunction. :( I was devestated.
Still at college, I was out of the loop, and I'm not quite sure how long it took my mom and step dad to get lonely for another cat to fill the void, but I remember getting the call that my mom found Hurcules in a pound, and had brought him home that day. Rather than feeling bitter and disregarding of a replacement, I felt excited and ready to start a new adventure with a new kitty. Cat would have wanted me to move on ;)