"Ahh!" the little animals, mice and bugs screamed as they ran down the streets. Cats jumped up high into the trees, dogs climbed the hydrants. "Godzilla" they all yelled. And here came Godzilla, my 25 pound studmuffin, Blackie J. Cat. Biggest cat on the block. This 13-year-old flexed his pudgy muscles and yawned as his abnormally long fangs frightened other animals into submission. Including myself. I could only stand there in awe as this gigantic fat furrball trotted his way into my heart. From the very first "Errr" out of his throat, I was infatuated. And not a single soul could come between us for the next 6 years. Through triumph and trial, thick (very thick) and thin, we were inseparable. But I am getting ahead of myself. My Blackie was the monstrosity of the neighborhood, biggest cat on the block. And he was all mine. It started in 1993 I would guess, 6 years ago.

A Rustle in the Brush

A hot summery day and I, Calista, was turning ten. The big two digits, yeah, I was cool. It never really dawned on me about how I needed someone like Blackie until that very day. I was pretty new to the neighborhood, we had just moved there. I had a few friends, no one close. My parents and I ate our dinner outside on the patio of our fairly large backyard, inground pool and everything. Um, lets see, dinner ended, present, present, present, rustle, ah okay, here we are. The noises I heard behind me. I being the curious ten year old turn and see a regualar, meduim weight, large build, cat looking up at me. Yellow/green eyes glowed and little fangs peaked out of his half-grinning mouth. That was technically my first cat, since the one we had before that I barely knew, I was too young. The cat jumped up onto the deck and showed himself off. My parents were coming back outside and the cat took off. I didn't say anything to my parents. I may have been young, but I knew better.

So months past and I didn't see my little friend, I began to lose hope, and memory.

September soon rolled around, and school. Ugg, no one likes school. But one thing did make it memorable for me. The cat came back, the very next day. Oh the cat came back, I thought he was a goner, but the cat came back, he just couldn't stay away. Anyway, there he was, the cat, my cat. Soon to be called Blackie, this patient ball of raggedy fluff follow me everywhere outside. He even came to the front porch to wait for me when I was at school, I later learned. And he became the biggest thing in my life. My new best friend, Blackie J. Cat.

Copyright © Calista RubyTyger
April 8, 1999