I saw roadkill yesterday morning on Rinaldi on my way to work. It was bright orange, slashed in the middle of the lane for all to see. An Orange Tabby. Someone’s companion for sure. My immediate response was to feel sickened at the thought of losing a pet, but by the time I reached DeSoto, I was recalling all the Orange Tabbys that I have known, which are limited, but high in quality to be sure. Of course, my mind immediately made a list.
1. Vern. My ex husband’s cat. He was a cool guy (Vern, not my ex husband) who did funny things, was mischeivous and attitude ridden. He was hit by a car when I was 2 months pregnant with Mikey. Vern was a cool cat, I’m glad I knew him.
2. Shithead. Yes, that was his name. A friend of a friend’s parent’s gigantic tabby. I think he was half bobcat or something crazy, seriously, that cat was the size of a medium dog. I didn’t know him at all, but nor will I ever forget my path crossing with Shithead the Giant Orange Tabby.
3. Garfield. No comment necessary, he was part of everyone’s life at some point.
4. Heathcliff. Part of my sunday morning for a long part of my childhood.
My condolences to the owners/companions of the dead orange tabby on Rinaldi. In rememberance of Vern, and all cool orange tabbys I’ll post this Heathcliff comic.
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