I just put my dear little boy, Meep, in my friend's car......and watched him go, far, far away.
A few months before Jordan got married he got the idea that he'd like to have a kitten to raise at his new apartment. Shelley had a whole bunch of stray cats that were dropped off at her place out in the country; she was desparately trying to find them homes as she could not afford to care for all them.
Jordan and I went over to her place one evening to see the kittens. The youngest ones were under a blue tarp outside, sleeping. I reached in and felt a furry mass of long hair....and out came Meep, about five weeks old, just hardly old enough to leave his mother.
We took him home that night. Long story short, though, Jordan didn't take the cat to his apartment. I ended up with the kitten we originally named Meatball ....but who became Meep.
He was a bit of a plague to our older cat, Evie:
Always extremely curious.....
and he loved to be part of things, before we came down to the shop to work, leaving our old in-home business, behind. Here he is, perched on a shelf in our old shipping area:
Meep helped me do book reports here at this blog. He was always a big fan of Warman's Jewelry:
He loved playing with sari ribbon....
He helped me sell ICE RESIN:
Once, when he was tiny, we found him asleep in a shipping box!
When we moved our business to the shop, Meep could not come with us. Since it's a rented building, it did not seem like a good idea to bring him here. So he had to stay at home, all by himself, with Evie, an old lazy cat who didn't like to play:
HE WAS BORED.
Meep is a Maine Coon cat, and if you know anything about them, you know they tend to be 'talky' cats. They chirp and trill rather than 'meow'. When I would come home at night, Meep would question me.....as if to say, where have you been? Don't you love me any more?
Over the months, it just seemed best to begin to look for a new home for him....hard as that seemed for me. Finally, someone perfect to take on the task of being the Meepster's new mama, showed up. My friend Catherine is a very doting person. She loves cats and wanted one that was older and more settled, but that still liked to play.
He sure does!
I was listening to a playlist I made that has "I Loved Her First" on it, it's a popular song that serves as the song brides dance to with their fathers, at weddings. In fact, my niece, Andrea, just did.
As I listened to it, I thought of Meep:
Our house is the only place he remembers or has ever known since the day I pulled him out from under that tarp on Shelley's back porch. I was the one to care for him, feed him, take him to the vet's, console him.
YES. I loved him first. And I shared him with many of you via funny posts here and at Facebook.
Now Catherine has him. I have a feeling, that maybe....
She will love him BEST.
XOXO darling Meepie....