Wild Life Of A Little Monster

Others are scared of me because of all the fun I have. Considered a vigilante by my Eponine.

I Write The Songs

Did you see the Feb. 14 episode of "Boston Legal"? I saw it while in my D.C. hotel room. Here I was within blocks of the U.S. Capitol, watching television, reviewing documents, and thinking about how much our pets love us.

The comments made by Denny's future wife about her Barry Manilow were classic. I paraphrase: "Spouses may come and go and along with them the various friends, but not Barry Manilow. He's there for me no matter what." By the way, Barry Manilow is her cat.

It was 62 degrees when I left D.C. After a short hop to Charlotte, the three-hour flight to KC felt like days. We landed close to 10 p.m. I was cranky and tired, and was greeted with a temperature of 12 degrees. My car was even covered in ice.

While sitting there warming the car and melting the ice, my thoughts wandered to the time Ep and I endured an ice storm back in January 2002. We had no power in our home for four nights. It was brutal cold. The first night we just piled about 10 blankets on the bed and cuddled. We soon wimped out and luckily were able to board at pet friendly Motel 6. I wonder how many Cowboys show up at a motel with a cat, coffee pot and litter box.

My monster spent the next few nights smelling the hotel door, listening to the sounds of people walking outside, and jumping up as she heard dogs barking in nearby rooms. We were comfortable lying on the bed, watching tv, and turning up the heater so that our room was extra toasty.

My window was frozen and wouldn't roll down as I attempted to pay the parking cashier. The windshield was clear of ice, though, for the 13-mile trek home. I shivered most of the way. Missed her welcoming as I walked in the door. I admit that I cried. Then quickly warmed my soul with thoughts of how she loved my arrivals, getting a treat or moist food and then helping me unpack. Our routine was to immediately throw the bags on the bed and unpack everything. Every receipt, coin, postcard, dirty sock, paper and all else would be lying on the bed. She'd nose through it all and help me tons.

I am glad for the song she wrote on my heart.


At February 19, 2006 12:29 PM, Blogger The Meezers said...

Ah, cats in hotel rooms. Boy, do we have lots of memories of those in all of our moves with the US Navy. I hope that you find another little monster soon to write some more songs on your heart. Meezers Mom

At February 19, 2006 12:46 PM, Blogger Finnegan & Buddy said...


I know soon the next perfect monster will find you and begin writing songs on your heart too.

Wish I'd known you were going to be in Charlotte. I work right beside the airport - you probably flew right over my office! Even on a short layover, I could pop in and buy you a cup of coffee. Email me next time!

F & B's mom Nora

At February 19, 2006 2:50 PM, Blogger Les Trois Chats said...

Oh, Cowboy, what a sweet memory of you and Eponine, shackin' up for warmth at the Motel 6.

Coming home to the empty house is the hardest thing. The silence is just so different from that little scolding "meow" of where've you been??

Keep your eyes open. There's a monster out there who needs you.

~ tammara

At February 19, 2006 3:20 PM, Blogger Zuleme said...

Hi Cowboy,
Sounds like you and Ep had some ritoileys too. Aren't they wonderful?
I like the Motel 6 story too.

At February 19, 2006 10:23 PM, Anonymous Kelly Cat's human said...

All the songs and all the memories our cats give us, all make this life that much happier. And maybe a hundred years from now, if there's still an Internet (or an Earth) someone may look back at these early days and see how many cats were so well-loved by so many humans...

At February 19, 2006 11:23 PM, Blogger amy said...

that was beautifully said, cowboy.

At February 21, 2006 12:00 AM, Blogger Eponine's Cowboy said...

Meezers-How long were you all in the Navy?

I too am hoping a new kitty will write songs on my heart. That monster likely is rehearsing as I write this.

Nora-Meeting you would have been great. I ended up having a bagel and people watching. Next time, for sure!

Tammara-Stopped by Wayside again this evening after work. It was nice. Still much more challenging than I ever imagined. I had a nice time, but still not able to confidently make a decision. It'll happen.

Zuleme-Funny, Ep was all comfortable when she was warm in the hotel room. But she obviously was excited once we got back home. She and I did have tons of ritoileys!

KCH-I sometimes wonder just two or three years from now what one will think of when these blogs are discovered. One hundred years from now, I can just imagine what will be said.

Thanks, Amy. You make me smile.

At February 21, 2006 8:07 PM, Blogger amy said...

you make me smile, too, cowboy. and when i tell bat and bandit what you've written, they smile too.


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