Best friends shouldn’t leave you.
Sunday, February 22nd, 2009Well it has been nearly two months and I am still coming to terms with the loss of Grim. So I thought I would take the time and write down some of my fondest memories of him.
Malgrim was one of four kittens of a friend’s friend’s boyfriend’s cat. One kitten looked Himalayan, two were tabby and one I think was black. I don’t remember what made me choose him, except for the fact I was looking for a tom cat. As a kitten Grim had the largest ears, his first nickname, of many over the years, was beanie head. The rest of him was so cute and tiny. I got it into my head, after hearing that most cats actually like water, to test this with the new kitten. So what better way to test the theory than to bring my new kitten into the shower with me? Did I mention that it was one of those showers with the sliding door? Grim wasn’t very pleased when I turned on the shower, there was a bit of blood before I managed to get the door open, and him out of the tub. I have never seen such an evil look on a cat before or since. At the time I wondered if he would ever trust me again, but he was forgiving. It was so nice having him curl up on my bed at night to cuddle with me. In the mornings we had a ritual. I didn’t wake very easily, so he would take a running leap at the bed to land on my bladder. I would bolt awake, run to the bathroom and when finished fill his food bowl before going back to bed. It wasn’t the most pleasant system, but it worked for us.
A few weeks before he was to be fixed Grim managed to rip open a screen to the window of our ground level apartment. I was panicked, spent hours searching for him, and eventually left a bowl of food by the open window. Later that night I awoke to strange sounds coming from the kitchen. I found Grim coming back in the window, pulled him into the room and shut it. He took one look at me, could see how ticked off I was, and decided to sprint to the bedroom. I beat him down the hall and shut the bedroom door in his face. I was damned if he was going to go carousing all day and then come home to cuddle with me! The next day I opened my bedroom door to find every cat toy in the house piled there as a plea for forgiveness.
Eventually we had to more to a new apartment. During the move I worried that Grim would be bored, as I would have to leave him at home alone during the day. So I decided to leave him a sock filled with catnip as a toy to while away the time alone. I came home that afternoon to find Grim splayed out on his belly, drool covered sock in his mouth and my entire kitchen floor “mopped.”
I could go on, there are numerous stories of cute, funny and crazy things Grim did in his life. But the most important thing was that Grim gave me unconditional love during the years I needed it the most. During my time with Grim, and before I met my partner Brain, I lived in about ten different apartments, had about ten different low paying jobs, had about twenty different relationships, and as many breakups. People often think of cats as being standoffish, but whenever my heart was broken Grim was there trying to comfort me.
I still miss him.
For my birthday this year my friend Frances purchased me an EcoSphere. If you have never seen one just picture a ball of glass with seawater, algae and shrimp sealed inside. The idea is that it is a closed ecosystem that survives as long as the temperature remains within norms and it gets indirect lighting. From the start everything went well. The sphere arrived with four shrimp in it. After a day or so I started to wonder if I was doing something wrong, since I only saw three shrimp. Then I looked a little closer, and there was the fourth shrimp, hiding under the ball of algae. Another day would pass, and I would only see three shrimp, and upon closer inspection would find the fourth sitting motionless upside down under this sort of branch thingie in the sphere. I decided to call this shrimp “Number Four,” and while I realize it may have been a different shrimp each time, I wouldn’t bet on it.
Well it looks as if it has been awhile since I posted. But then again it has been an eventful week. So where to start? I guess I will go along chronologically. Skip ahead if I bore you.
So here is a picture of Mercury playing with my Dad while he is staying with my parents. Looks like he is having a good time. I really appreciate how great my parents have been helping Brian and me out with the whole move. I cannot express how much less stress I have knowing Mercury is happy and healthy and getting all sorts of attention while we try and sell the house. If you are reading this, thanks Mom and Dad!
Well it has been another day of phone calls and plans. It seems that I have convinced the new company of my need for temporary housing and they suggested a stay at an extended stay suites. Well I think that would cost too much money, and I thought an apartment would be a cheaper and better alternative. So after a discussion with the relocation people [as I am now AUTHORIZED!! woot!] they can help us find an apartment for free [as they get a finders fee]. So the company is going to increase the spending money they are giving me for the move, and we will be finding an apartment for March 1st. The first of the two Realtors they are sending over will be looking at the house on Monday. So this weekend will be all about cleaning up for the Realtor. And the pets are doing well, Brian went to see the cats, and my folks gave me an update about the dog. Mercury is slowly learning to adapt to the new digs, and the folks are slowly learning to interpret his various looks and noises. I have spent a good amount of time on the phone tonight catching up with friends. Fran is packing to move house this weekend to another apartment with her pup Oscar. Melby called and waxed rhapsodical about her new glasses. Mary has made tentative celebratory plans, and my friend Nancy from work is slowly getting better after her surgery. I feel completely updated and happy. Cheers folks!
It is so quiet in the house now that Brain has taken Mercury to stay with my folks. I know many people don’t think of Italian greyhounds as being very cuddly, but damn can that dog snuggle up and make you feel loved. I miss him and it has only been two hours. I think I miss him more since I know it will be quite a few weeks before he is back living with us again. Tuesday night I bring the cats up to stay with Jessica and Gabe. Then it will feel even lonelier in the house.
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