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Monday, August 07, 2006
locked in a dance
Christmas '05 I came and saw Hurcules for the first time. He and I, as I remember, bonded instantly the moment I walked in the door. He'd been well taken care of by my Mom and step dad, who take care of the necessities, yet he craved to be spoiled as only a cat-fanatic knows how.
I'm foggy on the details, but I know that fall '05 had been a hard one for me, especially come December, so I was walking as if in a haze. Another thing that caused was a need to reach out and hold onto to cuddly, affectionate, living things to fill the voids in the chambers of the broken heart. Hurcules was there, and did not struggle to be let go as Cat had. That was exactly what I needed, and a fairly loyal touch, which came out in his following me and visiting me in my sleep with a warm ball of fuzz to curl up with. It was nice, and hard to leave behind as most things are, but I managed to survive six months without him. My niece must have filled the catless void over the summer.