I no longer have BK. He died September 25, 2004. He lived a long and happy life of over 18 years. He was happy up until the very end. We both knew it was time when he left (he probably more than me).
Some of the emotion of how I felt I tried to capture in this poem.
Here are some of my memories of BK. He led an "interesting" life!
With much care and feeding (just like a baby) he not only survived,
he prospered. He's about 15 pounds of hungry cat. He's
always hungry. He seemly will eat almost anything -- unseemly for
a cat. His favorite food for a while was Orio cookies. The
odd thing about the Orio's (other than a cat actually liking Orio
cookies) was that he knew how to eat them properly -- yes, he would
take the cookies appart and eat the cream middle first and then eat the
cookies! Other favorite foods were spagetti, lasagna, peas,
chicken, tuna (what cat doesn't like that?) and ice cream.
There were some funny stories about this cat.
When he was young, he was an indoors/outdoors cat (I called them
I/O's). Usually when he was outside you couldn't find him.
But when it was time to go to bed, I'd open the front door and whistle
for him. He'd come running through the front door in about 10
One day the kids (about 4 & 5) were playing in the front
yard. A big strange hound dog meandered into the cul-de-sac where
the house was. I was about to collect the kids up because I
didn't know what the dog was up to. However, I noticed that BK
had appeared and took up a position between the dog and the kids.
He was pissed! All of this fur was puffed out and he was
hissing. The dog's reaction was to ignore BK. The dog got
to about 20 feet of the kids and the next thing I see is a black blur
and the dog is yelping and running to the end of the cul-de-sac.
BK is now sitting licking one of his paws. Hmm, what just
happened? After a minute or so, the dog decided that it wasn't
hurt and continued back down the cul-de-sac. Immediately BK took
up the same position (and now I was watching *very* closely) as
before. When the dog got to the same spot as before, I watched BK
launch at the dog and leap onto his face raking the claws on all four
feet across the dog's face. This time the dog didn't stop at the
end of the cul-de-sac!
A few years later I moved to an apartment. BK moved too.
At that point he became exclusively and indoors cat. I remember
initially he would always try to escape outside (after all there were
all sorts of neat stuff out there...like ducks). One day I had
some funiture delivered and realized afterwards that I didn't know
where BK was. I frantically searched the apartment to no
avail. Great! I've just lost my cat in an area that is not
particularly hospitable to cats! As I sat down on my bed to try
and figure out where to look next, my hand rested on a fold in the bed
spread...but it wasn't a fold...it was BK. He had decided that
there was too much comotion and decided to bury himself under the
covers in the bed where he proceeded to take a nap!
The next big adventure was when I was transferred from South Florida
to Austin, Texas. A half country move! Most of the move was
done by a moving company, but BK and I drove there. He *hated*
it. I put a cage in the back of the car to keep him under control
so I didn't have to worry about him escaping during a stop. The
first night I took him out and set him onto the floor of the motel
room. His first instinct was to run and hide under the bed.
So off he went at full speed and dove under the bed. CLONK!
Out he comes, staggering (and you could almost see the stars circling
his head). The bed is a platform bed and he ran straight into the
platform! The look on his face was one of "why are you doing this
to ME?" We continued on towards Austin the next day. The
next night, he proceeded to go run under the bed but stopped up short
and peeked under the bed to make sure that there was actually room.
I had a nice two story house in Austin which had two features the BK
had never seen before and ended up enjoying a great deal. The
first were stairs. He'd never seen stairs before. Hours
were spent running up and down them. He'd also have great fun
hidding one step up from the landing and attack someone who was comming
up the stairs as they couldn't see him. The other thing he
enjoyed was the fireplace but only when there was a roaring fire in
it! When it was cold out, I'd light a fire and he became an
immovable object in front of it.
We moved again this time from Austin to San Jose, California.
The move was uneventful, and again BK had a new house to explore.
This one had hardwood floors (again a new experience) and he would have
fun prancing up and down the halls slapping his paws on the floor
because they made a satisfying sound. There were plenty of
windows just right for kitty cats. His favorite though was the
window box over the kitchen sink. This got the full afternoon sun
and would be where he would spend the entire afternoon.
At that time he was 11 to 12 years old and he was starting to slow
down a bit. He lasted another 7 years.