Okay so I have been threatening to start this blog for months…and if I am to be completely candid with you, it was my deep-down silly secret New Year’s resolution…however, as is the case with many an insomniac perfectionist - my hopeless penchant for procrastination got the better of me once again and I watched January mosey on by. So now it is the 1st February and I have meticulously arranged all my best intentions, as one does with a “pinch” and a “punch”… to “get the hell on with it”!
Seeing that we are being candid, I should probably tell you that my dearest ginger tomcat, Huckleberry Finn was hit by a car last night. Bizarre that I start writing today?…not so much…as the cliché goes - writing seems the best way to channel emotion…but the cheery-voiced American Vet (yes it was the accent that gave him away, no purple hearts) assured me that they have “put him back together” and now we wait to see if he’ll eat. Despite my ginger fur ball being likened to Humpty Dumpty, he also tried to explain Huck’s fragile psyche at the moment, reasoning that because he is aware of how disfigured he looks- this will affect his appetite.
You are now probably going to have a little giggle to yourself, no offence taken go ahead, but our poor boy was on “Kitty Prozac” last year for what was diagnosed as low self-esteem…so I can only hope that his first love- eating - will out-weight any concerns he may be harbouring about losing his title as the ginger Casanova of Parktown North.
Having read a number of blogs and articles about blogs and reviews of articles about blogging, I could now pontificate about how our pets become like our children, slap together some gushy moral to my tale of woe or elaborate with unnecessary detail about the state we found him…or even tell you the amazing coincidence that a stray Jack Russell called Mojo came our way on Monday night and we returned her to the same vet where Huck was taken by the driver, a vet we never knew existed…but I’d rather get to what I hope to be the point of why I’m going to stick by this resolution…so here we go…be kind if you can…
Huckleberry Finn
Chosen for that ginger toe
Snow-capped paws and amber eyes,
Destined for a gilded throne
But a cozy flat would suffice.
The couch is yours,
The bed for a nap,
The top of the fridge,
Or a willing lap.
A water bowl would never do,
And no tinned goods for you.
Gourmet dishes and taps a ‘flowing,
You never seem to stop growing.
A disemboweled mouse,
A headless dove,
A legless spider,
Offered with love.
Regal, pensive and a little shy,
You’re my little ginger guy.
Whisker tickles or underfoot,
A single look and you’re understood.
That peculiar pressing upon my chest,
Coax me awake with fishy breath.
A gentle little wet-nosed kiss,
This is what I truly miss.
