A long, long time ago, before the Boy was born, the Wonderhub and I went to the Pet Jail to adopt a kitten. There were lots of wonderful cats there, all saying, "Pick Me! Pick Me!" And they were so beautiful.
Down on the floor, in a small cage, was a small kitten, all by himself. The lady who took care of the cats said that he had to be in a cage by himself, because he was so wee and small the other cats ate his food.
The Wonderhub picked him up and this tiny little kitten the size of his hand just melted into him. So we took him home and named him Neemo.The adoption papers said, "Remember, you are making a lifetime commitment..." That was eighteen years ago.
For the longest time no one even knew we had a second cat. Neemo hid under the bed most of the time and rarely ventured out. And so the years passed, the Boy was born, and Neemo lived a quiet cat life, loved by his people.
Then about three years ago Neemo got sick so we took him to the vet and they kept him for a couple of days. They said he was very friendly. When he came home he was a totally different cat. He started sleeping in new places, venturing out in the garden from time to time, drinking out of the pond like a mighty lion of the Savannah. He found that if he yelled at us loud enough we would feed him chicken and extra snacks.
As an old man cat he became completely bossy and ran our lives like a retired British Colonel. He kept us on a strict schedule, morning, noon and night.
Yesterday, he passed away and there is a giant hole in our hearts, left by the tiniest of old man cats.
What greater gift than the love of a cat? ~Charles Dickens