In praise of Weasel (The Cheese)...

I've tried, with just one exception to date, to refrain from borrowing content from posts on other blog sites. I'm not going to do that here, but instead recommend a very well writen - and very much from the heart - piece on Stinky Junior's blog. It's about Weasel, the cat who now resides in Feline Heaven. I think any animal lover, and all cat lovers, will identify with this posting.

Weasel (also known as The Cheese) was a well loved cat. Our Munchy says that although he never met Weasel, he knows they would have been great pals!

Here's the link address:

http://stinkyjunior.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-year.html

We almost forgot!

We almost forgot to remind everyone to go to Stinky Junior's Blog - you'll find it on the My Blog List in the left column (just click on the title to go there) - to see the photographs of the "other" Munchy cat. She's a 17-year-old female who is SO cute! Big thanks to Stinky Junior for putting these pictures up on her blog.

The photo above shows a male Norwegian Forest Cat kitten, who looks quite similar to what our Munchy looked like when he was about twelve weeks old.

Old Lady Munchy - a poem

Here's a poem about a very, very well-loved cat with a fine name, with major thanks to Stinky Junior!

OLD LADY MUNCHY

Munch has farted
Just a little
"pfft" noise as she
stood up from the futon
we share.

She runs her head
into me
wanting my love
as her stink,
a mix of rotten bread and athlete's foot,
envelops the room

This morning I found
another spot of vomit
little chunks of
Science Diet, Sensitive Stomach brand
cat food, floating
like little islands,
in a pond of green bile.

I clean up her mess
and she comes over
to apologize
I pet her crown
trying to take
her pain into me.

I wish for a cure
some pussycat pepto
to make her feel
better
an elixir
to make her
young again.

My Munchy, who
meows like an enraged Bette Davis.

Who always sounds
like she is yelling for
more scotch and
a fresh pack of camel lights.

Munchy, who sat
quite under my feet
in the cab of my GMC Sonoma
on our cold, November
journey from Chicago
to Hollywood, while
her sister rang choruses of
"Let Me OWT!" to the plains,
mountains, deserts and ocean.

My Munchy who has
warmed chairs for me,
tripped me on
my midnight trips to
the toilet &
has
listened to me cry
curling up on my belly to
soothe me, leaving
half her soft coat to remind
me to be ok.

The ER Vet told us,
last March 23rd at 1:30 a.m.,
nothing was specifically wrong
"cats this age just
tend to have problems"
sometimes fatal
in Munchy's case
"sometimes just painful"
Then the vet relieved us of $500.

My Old Lady Munchy is now -
IBS, special food and funny noises
followed by
not so funny smells

My Munchy
is only gonna get
more expensive
from now on.

But I'll be as
patient with her,
as she has been with me.