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A great cat - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
A great cat
I had a really vivid dream about the cat in my icon (Popoki, my cat through junior high and high school) while I was just drifting off to sleep. We had to give her away when my mother moved to a new apartment and was told after she signed the papers that the landlady had never heard anything about a cat (the dog was fine... I'm not sure if it was a lie or bad hearing, but either way, I was away at college and my mom had already sold the house, and there was no choice... Po had to go, so Mom gave her to friends).

I just felt like posting about her, since the dream was so vivid that I actually woke up feeling weepy about losing her. I guess it got brought on by thinking about adopting a new kitten and thinking about the fact that the formidable Jelly Roll isn't going to be a permanent member of my household, as he belongs to my roommie, who's just in town for grad school.

Po was an awesome, awesome cat. Great mouser, even though she was only about half-size as an adult. She was born a barn-cat, to a barn-cat mother (well, not exactly barn, but definitely of the rural-working-cat variety) owned by my neighbors, Millie and Jim. When the kittens were born, Mama Cat taught them to hunt by bringing them wounded animals to practice on, and she schooled them well. Once they were weaned and trained to hunt, Millie asked people if they wanted the kittens. Po caught her first mouse when she was two months old. (We wanted one of the kittens anyway--CUTE!--but we lived behind a cookie factory at the time, and we also needed a mouser.) Po did have a wicked side. She also liked to hunt danaedark for some reason; I've never fathomed just what it was that made her do that. But she was loving and playful, and she loved to run around under the dining room table at top speed... on the rungs of the chairs.

It was my freshman year in college. When Mom called to tell me that she'd had to give Po away, I cried my eyes out for an hour. I've never quite gotten over not saying goodbye to her.

So, bye, Po. Wherever you ended up (and after twenty years, I suppose that's a metaphysical question). I still have the scar on my wrist from where you grabbed hold of it to keep from falling on the day we adopted you.
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maple_clef From: maple_clef Date: August 3rd, 2006 11:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's strange how strong and vivid certain memories can be... Po sounds like a real character - no wonder you miss her still.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: August 4th, 2006 04:04 am (UTC) (Link)
She was, and I really do. Amazing how animals just dig a hole in the soul and move in. :)
wm_law2003 From: wm_law2003 Date: August 3rd, 2006 11:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
Woe. :( I feel bad for you and your kitty.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: August 4th, 2006 04:05 am (UTC) (Link)

And, oo, cute kitty icon!
atropos87 From: atropos87 Date: August 4th, 2006 12:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
She sounds like a handful :) How sad that your mum had to give her away - I can't imagine parting with either of my two and I'ev only had them for four months or so.
manicwriter1271 From: manicwriter1271 Date: August 4th, 2006 03:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
Great post. Once you've loved a cat, your life changes forever I believe. I'm sorry you had to give her away.
olympe_maxime From: olympe_maxime Date: August 4th, 2006 05:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
oh my, scratches. I'm terrified of cats. :S
eir_de_scania From: eir_de_scania Date: August 4th, 2006 06:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
I still have four nice round scars from our neighbours late tom.. I tried to shoo him off, and didn't notice I had him cornered. A desperate BITE and a panicked dash for freedom for him, ten days of strong antibiotics for me. But as all true animal-lovers, my first words (except the curses) was "It wasn't HIS fault."

We've had several cats, but lost many of them to the traffic :-(. They were all dearly loved personalities. our current two cats, however, have survived the dangers and are now fourteen and seven years old. :-)
lady_moriel From: lady_moriel Date: August 4th, 2006 09:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
o_O My cat's name is Popoki too. We were all kind of obsessed with Hawaii when we got her, and I had this Hawaiian-language book out from the library at the time. Of course, we almost never call her that...it's usually just "kitty" or "the cat"...but still.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: August 5th, 2006 02:18 am (UTC) (Link)
Well, it's a translation, anyway...

We named her that because I'd just finished a Trixie Belden mystery. I no longer remember anything about the plot, but there was a cat named Popoki, and that's how Po got her name. Of course, when you just say it rather than spelling it, people can think she's named after old Uncle Edgar Allen.
From: (Anonymous) Date: August 5th, 2006 02:49 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, go with your urge to get the kitten. My family just got two a few nights ago. The experience of the shelter will stay with me a long time. We visited what I think is the largest shelter here in the Kansas City area. They had over 150 kittens and adults. I was so shocked. I felt like I had to get kittens to ease my an 11 year cat into it, but all those adult cats were so depressing. Who's going to take them home?

Popoki sounds lovely. My 11 year old, a persian, loves to catch mice too. Can't tell you how odd it is to see his flat face with a mouse in his mouth. Just odd!

By the way, I'm shy about commenting about your fics. I've read them all and love them. So much so, I check you live journal daily for fic updates. Your a wonderful author. I wanted to say I would pay money for your stories. Just wanted to you to know. And it was easier to me say here with your cat story than attached to one of you fics. Don't know why.

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