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.’
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.
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.
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.
One afternoon I noticed my high energy dog- Hamish Macbeth was being a bit on the quiet side.
I looked over at him from where I was writing and he looked up and then he looked over to his right and yawned.
I asked him if he was feeling ok.
I went back to writing and Hamish’s sigh turned into a weird little puppy yap so I looked over to what he was looking at and noticed that there were a pile of his toys on the corner of his bed- and under the pile of toys was my cat Micey:
Sometimes I wonder about my dog- but mostly I wonder about my cat and if revenge really is a dish best served cold.
I’m afraid in this case…it will be.
This week, look to the bond between human and animal for inspiration.
The reflection of our bond with our animals is reflected in so many ways- but you can see it most clearly in their eyes.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
This is my Hamish Macbeth’s first day at his new home in the fall of 2014- he had a fiery look in his then yellow eyes and I really liked that. He has always been that confident.
Two years later and when I look into Hamish’s eyes I can’t see anything except for love and happiness- knowing that this wonderful creature is looking right at me and seeing expression shining out from his soul puts where I stand in the Universe into perspective- and it’s truly humbling.
Hamish has always had a touch of the rogue in him- and this picture captures it perfectly. We were in a moment of puppy rebellion and it shows- it also shows he wasn’t afraid to be who he was in that moment.
Sham, my beautiful Malamute.
I was almost 12 years old when I bought him with almost 75.00 in change- literally it was all coins.
I was a kid when I trained him, played with him talked with him. He was my best friend and in his eyes you can see the infinite patience he had for his human girl who was just a puppy herself.
And he never, once used that size or smarts to try to get his way- he was an old soul.
The night he died there was a terrible storm and we lost power for almost two days.
I think that was Sham leaving this world.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart- from the day I brought him home I knew he wasn’t just a cat- he was a part of my soul too- he brought me fresh kill when I was sick, stayed by my side when I was sad always answered when I called and he never truly belonged to anyone- we belonged to each other.
This picture was taken two months before he died from Kidney failure at age 17.
Later when I looked back at the pictures I took of him during this time I never realized how determined he looked- he actually lived longer then the Vet expected him too and I think he tried, with everything he had to stay with me.
It’s all right there.
In his eyes.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
was tiny, sweet and small
He had yellow eyes, a bounce his in step and no manners at all.
I thought he’d be like that forever, a pint sized funny dog
And then one day he disappeared and in his place I found:
Hamish Macbeth all grown up
Smart and sweet and tall.
My yellowed eyed boy grew up
But in my eyes he’s still so small.
was tiny, sweet and small
He was everything a cat should be
with a little touch of dog
We grew old together
my blue eyed Wolf and me
when he died
and left me
I felt so very
One day I came home from work and found my dog, Hamish Macbeth and his big brother Micey ( he’s not a mouse, he’s a cat ) sleeping side by side.
That is not unusual. They do that a lot.
What was odd was that this time Hamish wasn’t napping with his favorite toy.
Micey had Hamish’s favorite toy…and he was wide awake, staring at Hamish and looking very pleased with himself, don’t you think?
Boys and their toys.
I am SO glad these two will never drive cars.
Hamish Macbeth and his big brother Micey.
Sweet, I know.
Micey is the reason Hamish respects cats we meet on our walks ( actually, lives in fear of is a better way to put it )
Micey also does things like rolls Hamish’s toys under the bed, stands next to Hamish’s food bowl and won’t let him near it and he uses Hamish’s tail as a chew toy.
When we come back from trips or walks Hamish runs into the house and the first cat he goes looking for and gives a big, sloppy wet kiss right on the face to is Micey.