This is a hard one. If possible, it's even harder than this one because it signals the end of an era. The Lewis and Clark era. Oh, and what a 14 years it has been. Lewis Mulvenon has gone to hook up with his brother Clark so they can resume chasing each other around corners and up and down stairs in the kitty afterlife... whatever that is.
One thing I can tell you for sure is Lewis Mulvenon was unlike any cat in the whole world. He and his brother came home in a white plastic laundry basket in my car in August of 1999 and he did not stop talking the whole way home. That pattern continued for all of his 14 years. He had lots to say. All the time. About anything and everything.
For example, he did let me know in no uncertain terms that he disapproved of the rabbit that was going to be hanging up in the house. Everytime I had it out working on it he came and sat on top of it. Letting it know who was in charge.
Lewis went missing a little over 3 weeks ago now. I still have a hard time not checking the back door to see if he wants in. As I pull into my neighborhood each night after work I can't help having this wildly illogical hope that he will have come home and I will pick him up and hold him and be able to tell him just one more time that I love him more than life itself.
Just in time for the annual onslaught of trick-or-treaters, the candy has been purchased.
I don't know how we got started using that wooden bowl. It's really heavy which makes it hard to hold while you try and open the door before the goblins knock it down. But it's the biggest bowl we have and it allows the candy to get spread out so the kids can see what all their options are. It's important to get candy you like on Halloween.
Tonight Chris and I are engaging in the annual candy competition ourselves. Last year it was the Rolo versus the Milk Dud. This time around two of my personal favorites are going head to head. The Twix takes on the Kit Kat. We've got plenty of supplies. I have a feeling it may take several tastings to be certain of our choices. These fun size bars are just itty bitty.
There was a bit of a ruckus outside tonight.
Good, that's what I thought too.
This is his "on duty" look. Scanning all windows for signs of birds, rabbits, mice intruders. His focus is amazing when he's working. I taught him everything he knows about concentrating on a task at hand.
Top on the list of things I missed while I was in Norway was taking a nap with a cat.
Not just any cat. This cat. This cat right here. This cat who knows when I am washing the sheets and loves to lay on the mattress pad. This cat who likes to walk all over the bed until he finds just the right spot. Even if it means that I will need to move.
Thirteen years ago today the famous duo Lewis and Clark were born. And even though Clarky Pie is no longer here with us we can't very well celebrate one without the other can we?
I give you a smattering of the very first photos we took of them when we brought them home. I am well aware that others may think there are cuter cats somewhere in the world... I just don't happen to agree with them.
Do you make up new "pet" names for your pets on a regular basis? I don't mean actually change their name. I just mean find new special, endearing, ridiculous, names that you are pretty sure might get you a psychological evaluation if not a 3 day stay for observation in a mental hospital if people heard you using them.
I am just wondering because if you are one of those people who does that and you haven't used these names for your pet, you might want to try them. You can't help repeating them while your pet looks at you with pure, unadulterated, complete, love. My old favorite is "Scooter Magruder". As in "Mistah Looo (aka Lewis Mulvenon) you are such a Scooter Magruder".
My new favorite, that I just came up with 2 nights ago, is "shimmy shimmy cocoa puff" (yes, like the song from eons ago). Go ahead. Try it. I dare you. It goes something like this, "get over here right now you shimmy shimmy cocoa puff". Do it just once and then try to stop. You won't be able to. You have been warned.
Dear Clark: Today I sat down to get the paperwork in order for the taxman.
It wasn't nearly as much fun as last year when you were here to check my addition and subtraction. I want you to know that I took frequent breaks just as you always suggested. I also recalled that "we're going to have a treat when this is done" expression you used to get on your face when I started to get annoyed with the whole thing.
There is a pan of rice pudding in the oven right now. As soon as it comes out I am going to go upstairs and look at every picture I have of you. Tonight Chris and I will tell each other all the best Clark stories. Like how you used to jump in the air and try to catch leaves, and about the time when you got stung by a bee and your eye was so swollen and we fretted and fretted about if we should take you to have it checked or not.
Lewis says he has some stories to tell too. Things you two did that we don't know about apparently. Hmmm, don't worry we'll take them all with a grain of salt.
In preparation for the beginning of a cold weekend Lewis and I have our favorite chair ready to snuggle up in and get started on this new book.
We might have to get started tonight. In fact, let me just head down to the kitchen and get that tea pot turned on. Now where did I put those lemon iced shortbread cookies I was saving for just this occasion?
I am sipping on some medicinal wine as I think of how to tell you that the flags here at Tall Tales headquarters are flying at half staff this week. One half of the renowned Lewis and Clark duo is no longer with us. Not with us in his furry feline form that is. He will always hold a space in our hearts from which he can never be displaced. Did I say it was a big, giant, gaping hole of a space right now? I meant to.
We found out about 8 weeks ago that Clark likely had pancreatic cancer. He wasn't eating or drinking much. Not one to put a cat through a lot of tests I myself would not want to go through we did an ultrasound and stopped at that. We gave him ample doses of love in the form of quiet nap times on our laps, lots of tummy rubbing, and enough sweet talk to last a life time. We are big on sweet talk around here.
We expect some heartfelt grieving to be ongoing for awhile. We've been through this before, but each time, with each pet is uniquely painful. I mean who is going to help me match my yarn colors, or do Angie's taxes, or carry on long discussions with Chris late into the night after Lewis and I have gone to bed?
I've informed Lewis Mulvenon that he will have to absorb twice as much love as he is used to. He indicated to me that he was up for it. He also said not to expect him to be as good a listener as Clark was. Lewis is more of a talker. He has lots to say about a lot of things. And right now that is exactly what we need.