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Tribute: Capt. Midnight, The Good Luck Black Cat
Aunti Debby,
Youze luv of Captain Midnight is so strong. He was blessed to have had a human like you in his life as youze was blessed to have had him in yourz. Youze will meet again youze know and though for youze hurting heart that knowledge is hard to fully take in, itz true. In the meantime, Captain Midnight lives on in youze memories and hez will always be with you. Puddi Cat (gently purring away) -- Remove "spam" from addy to reply |
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Tribute: Capt. Midnight, The Good Luck Black Cat
Dat wuz a lovely tribute to Capt. Midnight. I remember him from back
when I came to da Communitee lots more often. He will be furry much missed. --Talisker Pippin, sad at seeing how many of her old friends have left for the Bridge --Talisker Pippin & Sherry her Hoomin (Visit us at Bitterroot Manor at http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Meadows/1240/) |
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Tribute: Capt. Midnight, The Good Luck Black Cat
ChildFree23 wrote: [Human dressed in dark blue New York Yankees t-shirt and faded ....liddle snipps. Wat a lufferly tribuyte tew a much-beloved cat. (Two black cats and bow their heads, remembering Capt. Midnight)--PacoBell and Charlie. |
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Tribute: Capt. Midnight, The Good Luck Black Cat
Fangu fur dat bootiful tribyoot, Anti Debbi. We will awl miss Capt.
Midnight. Rebecca "ChildFree23" wrote in message link.net... [Human dressed in dark blue New York Yankees t-shirt and faded jeans goes up to the podium.] Meow, kitties. I'd like to make a tribute to Capt. Midnight, The Good Luck Black Cat. Capt. Midnight came into our lives in September 1995. My family and I had just moved down to Florida. He came up on my back porch, meowed once, and went on his way. I went outside and called him. He came bounding over. I picked him up and he kneaded my shoulder. My sister and I heated up a leftover hamburger and fed him (little did we know he was being fed by most of the neighborhood!). Then my mother came home from work. "There is the friendliest black cat outside!" she said. "Too late," my sister and I said in unison. "We already fed him." In the coming months, Midnight (as my sister christened him - I added the Captain part) kept coming around to keep us company. My father was dead set against another cat, a problem which was exacerbated by the leasing office's strict no pets policy. My grandmother died in February 1996. When we got back fromthe funeral up north, my mom announced that Middie was going to become "our" cat: he'd go to the TED to be neutered, vaccinated, and stay inside. As it turned out, Middie was already neutered. But he absolutely WOULD NOT stay inside and use a litter box. This wasn't the first time we would have had an indoor-outdoor cat, so we got him flea control and let him come and go as he pleased. The experience prompted me to write a poem called "The Black Cat," which I will read to you now: Black cat prowls in the dead of night While his people sleep silently inside He'll bring us a gift when the morning comes A gecko, a toad, maybe an orphaned tortie kitten When the day breaks he'll be all wet From romping through the grass or the predawn rain I bring him in and dry him off And he tells me stories of his night's work Black cat sleeps in the light of day The floor, the couch, or on top of Father's shoes Wherever the body drops that's where he'll stay Until I come home and then we play On Halloween night he'll be on patrol Guarding for the witches, ghosts and goblins coming to the door Sitting bolt upright staring at such a sight He's my black cat, protector of the night Capt. Midnight could be quite a hunter when he wanted to. The first night we had him, feeding him that leftover hamburger, he brought us a salamander and a field mouse in appreciation. Ten months after that, he brought us a kitten, a three week old tortie he had "acquired" on some secret mission he never told us about. As he grew older, the hunting lessened, and eventually ceased. He took well to his new job as couch fungus, still going outside to patrol and to do "business." The weekend before Christmas, 2005, was the last time I ever saw him. My parents took him to the local emergency vet, and then transferred him to his usual vet around the corner. Capt. Midnight had exploratory surgery that Tuesday. Whatever problems he had was not fixable, so we asked the vet to help him to the Bridge while he was still under the anesthetic from the surgery. His ashes came home on January 2 of this year, and they sit atop the curio cabinet mounted on the wall, that my sister had gotten my mother. Rest in peace, my little black angel. We miss you. Debby |
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