Me and my cat.

[darkness0within]

Me and my cat.



Well. It’s just me and the cat now. My wife has gone to heaven this past month. And how I miss her! But she had gone a while before due to the Alzheimer’s she suffered with.


Irene was so beautiful in her youth, so intelligent and witty. I never worked out what she actually saw in me, but she must have seen something to marry me. And we were married for forty three years, and had three children, a girl and two boys. It’s a shame how they all turned out.

Simon left home to travel the world, but after just a few letters from him from various parts of the world he just stopped writing. I don’t know to this day if he is still alive or dead.


Thomas had his life all set out. An architect he wanted to be, and after a glittering academic career he found drugs and went off the rails. We had contact with him only when he wanted money, and would take things from the house if he ever stayed with us on the odd occasions he had nowhere else to stay. Dishevelled and smelly we tried to get him back on the right path, but we failed, he overdosed when he was thirty two in some dirty apartment far from home. Losing both boys broke Irene’s heart.


Mary was not the brightest child, and she was always getting into trouble at school for this or that, and we were always being told by the teachers Mary wasn’t applying herself to her lessons. But she was funny, and we loved her dearly, as we did our boys.


She married a shop keeper, a business man, a pimp, and also some bodybuilder. We only went to the first two weddings. She had seven children between them. She’s still alive, but she never visited, even when Irene was becoming ill. No doubt when I pop my clogs she’ll be round to inherit what I left behind.


But it’s just me and the cat now. She sits with me during the day purring as we watch TV.


I do worry for her when my time comes. I leave several bowls of food and water out for her, which I change every day. So if I go at least she’ll have a chance that someone will find her. But she may go first as she’s sixteen now. That makes me sad thinking about it.

But for now it’s just me and the cat.







Darkness.

[anirbas]

Best company ever is that of cats. Well, and that of our favorite humans.

Lovely, lovely story. Bittersweet, poignant with an indignant edge of parental exasperation.

[darkness0within]

Thank you anirbas.

Cats can be your best pal when they want to be. Our current cat is. but I've had others who were very fickle. just goes to prove they all have their own personalities.

I think most parents want to see their children do well in life. But you have to let them find their own way and that can be very hard sometimes. The mistakes made by your children have to be thought of as a practical learning lesson, and you hope that they might listen to advice given. But of course some things they just have to find out for themselves.

The reality is that as we get older either you or your partner will die before the other. Many older, (and sometimes not so old) people rely on their pets for company.

Real life can be the worst horror story you could ever write of. There is not much you could think of that has not happened somewhere or some when, and much of it could not be written here.

[anirbas]

"Real life can be the worst horror story you could ever write of. There is not much you could think of that has not happened somewhere or some when, and much of it could not be written here."

I couldn't agree more, Darkness.

I miss having a cat. I haven't had one in approximately thirteen years. I have an aquarium. But, fish do not take the place of a cat. Hard to hold one and feel it purr...Haha

[darkness0within]

You could have a cat fish anirbas...

Seriously, Pets in general are something that can add another dimension to ones home. And they can teach children, (and some adults) many things.

Dogs give total loyalty and truly can be mans best friend. Cats have an independence that means they don't need to be around you all the time. I do think our cat is half dog sometimes though as she has traits you would attribute to a dog.

She greets me every evening and wants a belly rub. She actually is waiting for me and is looking out the window when I walk down the road. when she sees me she makes her way to the front door.