I'm allergic to Cats. But not to Rusty. Everyday I knew Rusty, we were pals. I remember the times that Rusty would jump on the couch with me. I'd let Rusty drink the milk out of my cereal even before I started. My Mom special ordered this patterned couch upholstery from Argentina to help camouflage Rusty from neighbourhood bullies. Sometimes when Rusty was feeling playful, he would paw at the soles of my white shoes. On clear nights I sometimes stare into the constellation, lose myself, and wonder if Rusty were alive today, would he be a Bengal Tiger. My daughter asks me, "Dad, do you miss Rusty?" I pause, turning my head to hide the tears and sadly reply "yes". We had other cats my family borrowed but not like Rusty. Rusty slept with his eyes closed. In fact Rusty was the smartest Cat I ever had. Rusty wasn't a noisy annoying Cat either. He'd purr versus scowl. Rusty didn't like having his picture taken. This is the only picture of Rusty in the world today. Not long ago, I was talking to my Mother long distance on a crackling connection, reminiscing about Rusty. I think my Mother might have early signs of dementia as she conveyed that my loving Cat's name wasn't Rusty. I love you Rusty.
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| Rusty & me. Circa 1965 |
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| Rusty & me. Dec.28.2013 |
