Saturday, May 21, 2016
Monday, March 28, 2016
Tucker, this is serious. I've got to go away for a while, and I need you to promise me that you'll watch over the beans.
Where you going? Can Tucker go too?
No, oh hell no, you can't follow me, lug. I've put it off as long as I can, but it's time. And it's going to hurt a lot of beans when I do.
Oh, Tucker can help. Tucker loves to love beans.
Good, because you're going to really have to step up your game when I leave. Especially for MomBean, she's going to need a lot of love because she doesn't deal really well with loss these days. I used to help her with that hurt, and I can't go until I know she's got someone to fill my paws.
Wait, how long for walkabout? Why make MomBean sad??
Because I...I don't know if I'm coming back this time, Tucker.
No, no, Tuckernokitty *always* comes back! Silly, Tuckernokitty.
Tucker, I'm old. I'm at least 12 by bean years, if not older. And I just feel it inside-I'm too skinny and just sore these days. And it's no fun anymore.
But Tuckernokitty can't go. Just stay. Please, just stay? No make MomBean sad. Is easy.
I can't, lug. Something's pulling me to go. Hopefully you won't understand for a long-ass time.
Tucker will miss you too much for you to go.
And I'll miss everyone, Tucker. I'll visit when I can, but you'll be the only one who will be able to see me.
But Tuckernokitty will be lonely!
No, no, I've got friends waiting for me, so I won't be alone, I promise. And my Sprout will be waiting for me, and catnip knows I've missed her.
Tucker no like this.
I'm sorry, lug. I hope you can all forgive an old Tabbyman one day. Take care of my beans, and I'll see you around. Bye, Tucker.
Goodbye, Monty Q.
Friday, June 5, 2015
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Sunday, August 31, 2014
And he's home.
Thank you all for the prayers to lead him back home to all of his beans. He's lost some weight and was awfully skittish the first night, but after a few meals he's even more sociable than he was before. When he's not sleeping off his whatever-the-hell-he-was-up-to escapades.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Still no Q. I dreamed last night that my husband found him, and right before waking I remember holding that furry lug tight, crying into his fur that I had missed him so, so much. I don't know if that's a sign that he'll be home one day, or that he's telling me goodbye and giving me one last snuggle.
Monday, August 11, 2014
This is my Monty Q. He's been a part of my family for over seven years now, ever since I went to the shelter to look at Russian Blue kitten. The kitten was a holy terror, and the lug in the photo was sound asleep in a crate full of kittens. After three stepped on him without a single reaction, I knew he was the cat for me. He's been there to help welcome home three more little sticky beans, show them the way of the Empty Box, and just be there.
Until now. Monty's been missing since Thursday, and I think...I think he's gone. He's never gone on walkabout for this long. We'd see him every morning and night, waiting for kibbles and fresh water. Or he'd saunter in for naptime, and then head out once his little boys were up. Maybe he'd go a day without checking in, but that's the longest time period. Something doesn't feel right about this. I don't think he's coming home.
My hopes are that he's just pulled a Dude Newman and sauntered into another family's home. I've crossed every appendage I can for that outcome. Or, if the worst has happened, that it was swift, painless, and he's protecting my girl for me.
It breaks my heart to post this. I keep looking outside, expecting to see him lounging on the driveway. Or hear him yowling an 'Okay, FINE. I'm coming' as he walks across the road for mealtimes. But for now, the driveway is clear and the air is quiet. And neither is right.