Today, I was planning on writing about Miss Nikki, our big girl that we’ve had for 10+ years. But, I realized yesterday, as I was writing about Ixchel, and again today as I started to write about Nikki, that these pet stories all have a history. And so, to do them justice, that history needs to be told. Some of these stories may be too long, others too short. They will be what they will be.
As I like to say, it’s my blog and I’ll be long winded if I want to!
It all began, oh, I don’t know… I think it all began when God said “let there be light…”.
Hmm, no, I don’t think I need to go back THAT far. Perhaps we’ll start with 1997. Scott and I had been together for about a year. We had just moved into our second apartment on about 74th & Blondo. We had seen one of those news spots on the morning news highlighting a kitten at the Nebraska Humane Society, a little black & white kitty. Scott fell in love with him instantly, and I was only a second behind.
Alas, we had to go to work, and so it was afternoon before we could get to the Humane Society to see about the kitten. We fully expected the kitten to be gone! It was so personable, and lively that surely someone would have jumped at the opportunity to adopt it.
But no, the kitty was still there. We went in to the cat house, the area where the kittens were, to see it. It lay in its bed looking so utterly disinterested and listless. But nearby was a blue point siamese kitten about the same age. This kitten took one look at Scott and I, and made a beeline for us. It was determined it was going to go home with us, and in moments was curled up in Scott’s arms, sound asleep, purring louder than an M1 tank. We paid the fees, and headed home.
Opening the door to our apartment, we put the box on the floor, opened it and the cat jumped out. Scott by this time had named him PC Kitty, or just plain PC.
PC jumped out of the box, looked around the room, and trotted off to hide itself. Over the next hour or two, PC made it clear we had served its purpose by bringing it home, and we were dismissed until further called upon. Ah, being the servants of a cat.
PC was the first of what became initially a large menagerie. But a fiercely loved kitty. PC? Oh, yes… all our friends assumed it had to do with computers, since, after all, I spent all my time with them! But, no, a much simpler answer: PC Kitty was simply named Pussy Cat Kitty!
Our beloved PC didn’t come to us when called for breakfast on January 7, 2006. He had curled up under my night table, just out of sight, and gone to sleep – from which he never woke up. He’d had a cold, we thought, and it was suspected that he ended up with congestive heart failure.
We miss our PC!
On The Road II 