Boomers Blog

Back in the 80's and most of the 90's, I lived down south. No, I'm not talkin South Carolina, or even Georgia...SOUTH. I lived in Lousianna, Mississippi, and most of the time, Florida...the Panhandle of Florida....the part they refer to as L.A.....Lower Alabama. When I lived in Florida I lived in 13 different places, the 13th being where I stayed the longest. I was there almost 7 years. The others had had been very short, maybe a year for one, the rest, a few months here, a few months there. The last place was a townhouse...2 floors, really nice...little 2x2 yard, (the kind you can mow with a weed wacker), and was only a few blocks from the Gulf. It was then I decided I wanted a cat. I knew I didn't want a dog, I wasn't home enough to give it the proper attention it would need, back in the day I was still workin 60-70 hour weeks. So I began looking...it took awhile...I was very choosy..I didn't want a cat that was an outdoor cat, I didn't want a cat that was a stray and used to being outside, cause it was gonna be an indoor cat and I didn't think it would be fair to keep it inside against its will. A friend of mine bred cats, Persians....I didn't want one of them...they were too hairy, and ugly, with that smashed-in-always-seem-to -be-frownin, face!! She had come upon a stray wandering around here yard for some time that was going to have kittens....so she took it in. Well, when this cat had kittens, I decided that I wanted one. I went over and picked one out. I wanted a male, so I picked the runt of the litter...litte and cute. Six weeks later, he came home with me. My roommate got a kitten too, they were just about the same age. They got along well enough. It was a female. When my kitten started standing on it's hind legs, like a little kangaroo....I decided to name him roo...but spelt it Rue. Rue was a good cat, he liked to stay inside and look out the window. He wasn't overly affectionate, but he liked me. His favorite toy was a rubberband, he would toss it around with his paw, playing with it for days....he'd even fetch it if you threw it. My freinds for the most part, didn't even know I had a cat, when he heard stangers voices, he'd run and hide...which was always convinient when the owners of the townhouse came in town, cause we were't supposed to have animals!! He went with me to Iowa for a couple of years...cried most of the drive out there, for he hated the car. He came to Pennsylvania with me, where I am now. He knew good people when he saw them....when he took to a person...it was always a good sign...he took to my mom right away, and he took to my partner right away!! He didn't stay very small though....he was a BIG boy....ended up being 25 pounds. He liked to sleep on my feet, he'd purr and purr. In the morning when I'd come in from doing the papers, he'd meet me at the door, flop over and wait for me to rub his belly. Rue didn't see any of the Super Bowl this year, he left us sometime during the night. In April he would have been 15. I hope where he went are lots of rubberbands for him to play with and no mean cats to harrass him. I want to thank him for being in my life,he was a good, gentle soul, he was a good friend.

I want to start writting again....maybe this weekend.....specially if it snows!!! Sound good? OK!!