Baggy the Guest-Biter, Baggy the Ankle-Gouger, Baggy the Rat Killer is dead. She developed a massive tumor in her leg and I put her down today. She was with me for 14 years. She was never a kind or gentle cat. I will carry her scars until my own death. But every night she climbed into my lap and fell asleep there, and I love her little black heart completely. It will be a lonely night. She will be laid to rest today in my mom's yard. I know she left her mark on many of you. I'll not see another quite like her.
And here's her pictures:
Baggy was known far and wide for her ability to rip a human limb off at will. So far her death notice has gotten over fifty comments on Facebook. My favorite so far is one that says, "Well...they say that upon death, god welcomes all of his creatures into his warm embrace...he's about to get right messed up. RIP, Baggy."
Hank of course was sad and so after Lily and the boys I went to the library we picked him up and we all went to the Bamboo House for lunch. That cheered us all right up.
Well, except for Gibson who was his usual morose self.
That little dude. He is having entire conversations these days. The words are not entirely English but they sound as if they could be. Here's another thing he's doing- he says, "I love you" and then he hugs your neck with all his baby strength and kisses you. I am not making this up.
I can't help it. I think he's sort of special.
While we were deciding where to eat, Owen asked, "Why we have to go to hundreds of places in the universe where the food is YUCKY?"
In the universe?
Owen doesn't consider a restaurant much good unless it's CiCi's Pizza OR a place where they have noodles and miso soup. Yes, miso soup. Don't ask me.
Here he is, being happy with noodles and miso soup.
As you can see, he has noodle-eating figured out.
On the way home I read him a book he got out of the library about pirates. It was an awesome book and when I was finished reading it he said, "Again! Read it again!" Which warmed my heart so much.
Hank and his friend Drew came out this afternoon and buried Baggy in the backyard beneath an oak tree near where our beloved cat, Bob, and his long-suffering mother, Maxie, are buried. It was sad. That cat has been a part of Hank's life for forever. But I think that a small part of Hank is looking forward to one day owning a cat (or living with one, at least) who does not hide in the couch and who only comes out to eat and slash. A cat who, oh- you know- likes to be petted and who purrs. A cat who doesn't make taking a broom to the bathroom to protect oneself a part of daily life. Well, not for Hank. Just for anyone who visited him.
So it was a day of sorrows and joys and Mr. Moon is home again and there's a venison meatloaf in the oven and green beans on the stove and by god, those are the last green beans I'm fooling with from the garden. I finally hit that wall.
The boys are coming tomorrow at seven and so tonight should be an early night. I'm glad to have my husband back and it'll be nice to sit and watch some TV and eat our supper and be together again.
I'm going to go throw together some oat bran muffins with grated apple in them and I'm sure that Gibson will enjoy them tomorrow as much as we will enjoy them tonight. Owen really used to love them too but one day he ate about six of them and hasn't really cared for them that much since.
And simply because I must post it, here's a video I watched today. I love it for several reasons and one of them is because it has close-ups of Keith Richard's face and it was when his teeth were pretty gnarly. Yeah, I'm sick. Also? It has one shot of Mick's, uh, well...pelvic area that is beyond crazy.
You don't have to watch it. I'll still love you.
Truly yours...Ms. Moon