Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Remembering Bob

I had intended on a vehemently critical diatribe regarding our President and his total failure as President......  Instead, while perusing images buried deep in the gulliwots of my 'puter, I ran across Bob.  Seeing Bob made me crack a smile and diverted my bad impression of Life at this moment to a trip down the lanes where memories reside.

Problem with memories is I never know what lane I will end up on.  Keg party or pity party.  Never know going in.  Cheers or tears, memories keep me connected to the here and now by reminding me of where I came from and who I ran into along the way.

And Bob sits in the forefront today.  Remembering his yowl he called a meow made my smile turn on the tears for a second or so.  Our often indifferent co-existence broken when he needed us.  He knew where home was and he checked in often.  But much of his life he spent out in the pucker eating what he killed.

His head butts were not gentle.  His idea of petting was more of a beat down.  No, Bob was no Nancy Cat.  And he sure let me know when he had had enough.

Bob was a bad ass.  Bob took no shit.  He was indeed a warrior.  If you were included in his circle, you had a friend for life.  But don't piss him off.

To this day I miss him terribly.

Keep it 'tween the ditches ..................................

6 comments:

PipeTobacco said...

A great kind of cat is seems!!!!!

PipeTobacco

peppylady (Dora) said...

Bob looks like a good kitty

The Blog Fodder said...

They sure leave an imprint in our hearts, don't they?

Ol'Buzzard said...

I know the feeling.
the Ol'Brzzard

JACKIESUE said...

fuck..you made me weep..and then made me think of dexter and then I burst into tears..fuck

Beach Bum said...

My son's cat was killed recently, so I understand the feeling.