He Was So Debonair

Over 10 years ago, my cat Wolfgang died and left behind a broken hearted Mom, two dogs who were his sisters and three younger cats- the kittens we called them then and still call them now.

Without Wolfgang his little pack sort of got lost- the Kittens refused to go into the front yard and my dogs- or The Girls as I called them lost the bounce in their step and spent a lot of time in the backyard sleeping.

I figured I’d let them sort it out and a new pack leader would emerge, you’d think that was me but let’s face it. I belonged to Wolfie the same way they did so that didn’t happen.

We were in trouble, when you think about it.

One day a friend of mine brought a stray cat into work- the cat was headed for the humane society and I could tell my friend was not happy about that decision but apparently Kolchak ( as I would name him ) was digging up a flower bed and had made the homeowner mad so Kolchak was caught in a trap.

When I met Kolchak he was in the trap, on his back playing with the handled which he had somehow worked into the cage. He was on his back when he looked up at me with the most devastatingly beautiful yellow eyes and he meowed as if he was saying, ‘ well there you are.’

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I named him Carl Kolchak because my warehouse is part of the Seattle Underground system and my favorite TV hero- Carl Kolchak had the first of his adventures in Seattle’s Underground.

Kolchak was calm, cool and quite the gentleman cat. He never jumped on anyone looking for attention and he always seemed to know when to be there and when to give you your space.

When I took him to the vets for his checkup he walked around the office and on the counter with confidence- nothing rattled Kolchak.

When I took him home, it was like he had always lived there.

The Girls watched him walk around the house and then they followed him- like they used to do with Wolfie.

The holdout was Domino, she didn’t want Kolchak around her. But he persisted in his quiet way and after that he was always at her side- even when she started to suffer from heart failure.

He was there with her the night she died, by her side.

Of course.

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Kolchak and his Domino.

The Kittens- who were actually about 5 years old at the time took to Kolchak right away- he tried to get them to go into the front yard with him and they would if me and Domino went too, but their confidence in that area never came back.

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Kolchak and Baby Hamish
2014

Almost 3 years ago I brought home a little puppy I named Hamish Macbeth and Kolchak did what he did for Domino- when Hamish was little and I was only walking him around the yard and in front of the house Kolchak followed us the entire time.

Sometimes he was more insistent then others that we head back to the house and I always followed his lead- I figured he was picking up on something that wasn’t  ” Hamish Friendly”.

That was Kolchak, the big brother, the confident cat that came into a broken little family and put it back together again.

As I said about Carl with love and admiration when I would see him sunning himself, or grooming Hamish or one of his brothers, when he stayed by Domino’s side as her health failed and when  he would sit in the back yard wither Cerbie and go after planes and birds-

He was suave and so debonair.

Goodnight Carl Kolchak, we love you so much.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

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At The Crossroads

Hamish Macbeth
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There is a meme going around Facebook and the tag line is ” One job, you had one job ”

I thought I had one job, just one job and that job was writing.

When I listened to music, absorbed art, went about my day in the back of my mind-actually what was on my mind front and center was- how can I use this in my work.

Bees and ants working night and day to build and feed their hives and nest had nothing on me. My mind was constantly filing away sounds and smells, faces, words. I used it all. I devoured it all. I wasted nothing.

I was efficient in my job, my one job that I’ve been doing since I was nine years old.

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Anita Marie Was Here- Again

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At The Crossroads

Today I was doing an image search for ” Crossroads” because I wanted a new picture for my header here at my blog.

Each image I came across was dark, what was beyond the crossroad itself hinted at desolation all of these images implied that if you were here at the Crossroads you were lost and probably damned.

Avoid the Crossroads- that’s where Deals are made with the Devil- so the story goes.

I’ve found myself at the Crossroads over my life- and though I’ll have to admit they are lonesome places to be because we do arrive there alone I can’t say I’ve been frightened by my predicament.

They are familiar places to me and I’ve long since accepted them as my home away from home.

I suppose people are afraid of the Crossroads because we are supposed to find our path and stick to it, create a path and stick…

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