Tuesday, January 29, 2008
What I feared happened.
One of my cats got away.
When I went to check on my two traveling companions in Chattanooga at the house of friends Hal and Susanne Bowling, Storm came popping out of the car but Jet was nowhere to be seen.
We checked the garage, we checked the car. I went to all my previous stops and asked around. I left messages on bulletin boards and posted a cyber classified on the Chattanooga online paper. No Jet.
He must have jumped out of the car without me seeing him. Too bad. We had traveled from Philly through New York, New Jersey and Manhattan, up to Boston and New Hamphire, stayed the night again near Manhattan at a friends, then back through Annapolis, D.C., Roanoke, and Knoxville. In Chattanooga, our next stop was Orlando, the safe haven. Jet was only one stop away and missed it.
The toughest part was telling my son Jaime. Jet was his cat. Storm was Tabitha's. We have now all decided that Storm is both Tabitha and Jaime's cat now. But Jaime wants the unfixed Storm to have kittens in order to replace Jet, DNA and all. We'll have to sell grandma on that one.
I was pretty sad about Jet for a few days. Still am a little when I see Storm walking around here in the house in Orlando without her brother, with whom she spent every waking moment until a few days ago.
In closing, I wrote a short Ode to Jet.
Ode to Jet
You were graceful and charming,
more meek than your sister.
And always brought joy to others.
You were never a problem,
just a loving companion.
Both humans and felines will miss you.