Thursday, October 18, 2007


When I first moved to Austin five (Five!) years ago, I was lonely. But one day, when I was walking through the parking lot of my apartment building, I heard a strange little howling. Lo and behold! It was a kitty, a dear, funny, sort of stupid kitty, caught in between a fence and a tree. I saved the kitty, planning to be a foster parent for a little while. But the kitty was wonderful, and the kitty became a part of my life.

Yesterday, the kitty died. He had a liver ailment, and he was really sick. His name was Bobby Doyle, and I will miss him.


weege said...

Sorry to hear about Bob. Poor little man.

Just wanted to let you know that I'm thinking about you guys.

james said...

Thanks, Weege. He was a wonderful kitty. I'm glad ya'll got to meet him.

Anonymous said...

The world is missing a wonderful boy-cat. And pet//owner homologies continue to be a source of humor and love. I should know.

Joshie Juice said...

Oh, death. Fuck. I'm sorry for your and his loss.

So sorry. Sleep well, lil' bob.

Stacie Styles said...

I am so sorry.