All Cats Day

I was sick all day, really sick.
I remembered the first cat I
had, that only lasted a couple
of days with our dogs. 25 years
later I got another, a sort of gift,
tricked into adoption really.
Kidder (original name Thumper)
was my friend for 10 years.

I had forgotten about the kitten
that got hit by a car in our garage.
It was a complete accident and he
looked fine for several hours, like
he was just clipped or maybe missed
altogether. The next day he had
died. I buried him in a box that I made
and resolved to never try to rescue
kittens again. That was 10 years
before I got Kidder. Anyway, the
thoughts of Midnight, my very
first cat, and the one that died in
my parents carport had been stuck
in the back of my mind and I think
the thought of them and the cats
that we've lost recently was too
much.

Sorry for rambling on so much but
this is the first time I've been able
to think about "All Cats Day" since
the 3rd. I'm sure it was healthy to
get those feelings out, and that
next year it will be better. I didn't
think about the cats that some of
my 'friends' bragged about harming.
Geez, maybe I'm not cut out to be a
cat lover, but they've made me a
better person.