Still Missing Him After All These Years…
Today is the 6th anniversary of Bull Pole Cat’s death. *sigh* Bull came from one of the litters my father’s cat had, and he adopted me as soon as he got his independence from his mom. He would lay on me, with his head near my own, when I watched TV, and slept tucked up by my side every night. He always took advantage of any opportunity he had to be close to me, and I miss that a lot. He was definitely a kindred spirit.
All of the cats (Bull was 13, Tasmyn 11 & Christopher 9 years old) were very freaked out when Morgan was born, since they had been in a childless household for so long. Though Bull got over it the soonest, since Morgan slept between Pookey & I for the first 10 weeks of his life because I was exclusively breastfeeding him. The only problem we had was that the first few times Bull joined the 3 of us in bed was that he ended up laying on Morgan’s legs, but I nipped that quickly in the bud. I’m sure that Bull was jealous that Morgan had usurped his place in my bed, but he wasn’t ever mean to him because of it. Bull was a very sweet cat, and didn’t have an evil bone in his body. Still, I wasn’t ever careless when it came to the cats being around newborn Morgan, as you can never be entirely sure what animals may do, even ones you know well. Plus, the fact that Morgan weighed less than any of the cats added to my vigilance.
IMHO, there is some magical quality that orange cats have… Bull was the main reason why I chose to adopt Gus, another orange cat, in the first place. I have to say that my relationship with Gus has just added to my theory that orange cats are special. Though, there will never be another cat exactly like Bull in my life ever again.
1 comment January 16th, 2006 Posted by: Ash