Meow Meow, Thank you, Meow: A poignant letter
from a cat.
Guy Who Rescued Me From The Bushes That Day,
are you doing? I don't know if you remember me or not,
but I'm the cat who you rescued from the bushes in the
park. You were with your friends and it looked like
you were in the middle of something, but you stopped
and picked me up and took me to the animal shelter.
I still remember that sweater you wrapped me in. It
was so soft and warm. I even remember the label. It
said that there is cashmere in it - 10% or maybe it
was 20%. I hope that you got it cleaned without any
trouble. It's a nice shirt.
probably wouldn't even recognize me now. I put on weight
and I have a slick, new collar. I'm living in the suburbs
in a 2500 square foot mediterranean. Two bedrooms up,
two down and three and a half baths.
was adopted by a really nice family. My owner is in
marketing. The wife stays at home and they have one
little girl. It's a good gig. I play with the little
girl for about an hour each day and the rest of the
time, I'm free to lick myself all over, take naps, stare
at the wall all afternoon or whatever. The little girl
pulls my whiskers sometimes but she's just small so
I don't mind. They gave me the name "Justin Timberlake."
I have no idea what a Justin Timberlake is, but the
family gets a real bang out of it when they call me
that, so it's all good.
just before shopping day, they give me the dry cat food.
It's good and it's shaped like little fishes. That always
cracks me up. :)
But the rest of the time they give me the premium stuff
from the can. I still haven't figured out exactly what's
in it that makes it taste so good. I want to say that
it's a hint of Greek saffron but we went to a party
at the Sheffields' house the other night and they serve
a Tawk-Mishti Mangsho (sweet and sour mutton) with turmeric
that tastes very similar. So I'd almost bet that it's
turmeric. Whatever it is, it's quite a treat for a cat
you saw me I was probably at the low point in my life.
I was only a couple of months old and I didn't know
how to fend for myself. My mother got squashed by a
cement truck so my brother and I were on our own. My
brother was thin because I always made him suck the
hind tit. After mom got mowed down, my brother got sick
and passed away. I always wish that I hadn't been so
greedy and that he grew up stronger. I guess that I
didn't know any better but still... Anyway, I just wanted
to tell you how grateful I am to you for saving my life.
was really lucky. After you took me to the animal shelter,
my future was still uncertain. I met a lot of hard cases
in that place. There were cats who had it a lot worse
than I did, like my cage-mate, half-tail Tommy. He has
seen things that no cat should ever see. But through
it all, I kept my fur clean and kept my hope alive that
I would see better days.
morning in that place, they unlock the main door and
release a dozen cats or so. Some of those cats go to
"the parade" - that's what we called it when
they displayed cats for the nice people who were looking
to adopt. The cats who didn't go to the parade got put
down. We called that "taking your ninth."
None of the cats who left in the morning came back and
we never spoke of them again.
night before I got out, ol' half-tale was talking crazy.
He was saying like he was going to choke himself on
a fur-ball because there was no chance that he would
ever go to the parade. But, I'm still optimistic that
Tommy got out somehow.
don't want to take anything for granted now and that
is why I'm sending you this e-mail. You could have walked
by me. I'm sure that my meow was barely audible - weak
as I was. But you stopped and took the time for me.
have some pleasant news to tell you. I'm going to be
a father! There's a cute little Persian who lives down
the road and we've been going around together for a
while. She's a nice bit of fluff if you know what I
mean. :) But my owner doesn't know about that. Ha Ha!
going to give birth to a litter in a few weeks. Some
of them would be mine too if it wasn't for the animal
shelter's sterilization policy. Bloody hell! Anyway,
we're going to stay together and I'm going to raise
the kittens as my own. We set up a little place under
an abandoned car. It's not much but we're happy. I'm
going to name one of the kittens after you. "Guy
Who Rescued Me From The Bushes That Day" is kind
of long so I'm just going to call him "Guy."
But when he's old enough I'm going to tell him all about
you. And your memory will live on.
really hope that you get this e-mail. I don't know when
I'll be able to use the computer again. Actually, my
owner doesn't allow me to come in the computer room
but I gummed the lock - it's something that I learned
from some cats on the inside. Maybe my owner is afraid
that I'll attack the mouse so he doesn't let me go near
the computer. Ha Ha! (Sorry, that's some cat humor coming
that's about all that I have to say right now. Please
remember the scruffy little cat that you rescued from
the bushes and the great life that you gave me. I'll
always remember you.