tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12941086.post3155416204397805871..comments2024-03-15T21:43:52.652-05:00Comments on City in the Trees: Coming to grips with having come to gripsLone Primatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15746801663695992138noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12941086.post-10100047793116699892013-05-18T01:49:14.099-05:002013-05-18T01:49:14.099-05:00Much as we would like to think that Honey was lost...Much as we would like to think that Honey was lost and missed, we suspect that she was a frat cat, adopted in the spring, socialized by many young male people (she especially likes men), and then left at the end of summer school or put outside when her (ir)responsible party discovered there was an up-front pet fee in the new apartment. It could also be that that was the point at which she began to be allergic to whatever she was being fed; a young person just starting the fall term might not have much patience with bloody crap on the rug, or the money for a visit to the vet. Then there's the fertility problem; she was about seven months old and had not been spayed, another clue that she was depending on someone who didn't have one (a clue, I mean). Most likely her former person was not hard-hearted--just unthinking, callow. She was obviously not feral but just as obviously had not been fed in some time. This was September 2004 in downtown Austin, Texas; the frat houses and student rentals line the side streets along the main drag, Guadaloupe, where Honey ran up to Nika and cried for help. Nika walked the cat home on the seat of her bicycle, reassuring her that it was all right now, Honey. So you can see how she got her tongue-in-cheek "show" name. She's a beautiful critter with lovely markings, luxurious ruff, apron, and pantaloons, and black face and feet, but with blue-green eyes and a spot of cream on one foot, not a show cat. Honey's her real name, both because of the drop of buckwheat honey right between the eyes and because that's what Nika called her. Bridgewaterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06536588122777725073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12941086.post-45679136834658908622013-05-16T06:38:33.143-05:002013-05-16T06:38:33.143-05:00Bridgewater, hi, it's really nice to see you b...Bridgewater, hi, it's really nice to see you back. :) Thank you for your kind words. And the sweet story. I don't understand how people can do that... abandon dogs and cats. I'd rather think Nika's Guadaloupe Honey Rescue (is that her name?) simply went out one day and got lost, and somewhere, there's an aching heart that still hopes and wonders, rather than a hard one that doesn't care.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12941086.post-81375349889799549522013-05-15T23:37:17.398-05:002013-05-15T23:37:17.398-05:00About the vet bills: JAYzus, Joseph, an' Mary!...About the vet bills: JAYzus, Joseph, an' Mary!<br />About the entries for this past couple of weeks: Please accept my condolences on the loss of your Bonnie. Having loved and lost beloved companions over the years, I can empathize with your feelings, both about her death, and about her life with you. We're partial to torties, too; most of our feline companions, both growing up and over the years since, have been calicos and torties. Nika's Guadaloupe Honey Rescue came to us in 2004, found starving on the street by our daughter, who asked us to foster the cat until a permanent home could be found. (Our daughter already had two cats and a husband in a small apartment.) In two days this ragdoll tortie head-butted and tail-wrapped her way into our lives and hearts. When we called our daughter to tell her she could stop looking for a home for the cat, there was a moment of silence, then a triumphant "Heh, heh..." Our daughter knew us only too well, and Honey had her forever home.Bridgewaterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06536588122777725073noreply@blogger.com