Post #47

Here's a blast from the pretty distant past now.  Our old boy Rocky the cat, who followed Janice and me from Emmerson Street, to Pinder Avenue in Riverview, then on to Satinwood Drive where we lived from '93 to '98, then finally back here at the house.  He passed in '04, I believe.  It was really hard to take.  Still is.

It got so hot in that basement some summers that we gave Rocky haircuts to help him stay cool.  In those days, basement apartment life was the way; the most affordable places were houses with finished basements.  I bet Rocky really liked moving to our house here, where he had lots of room to run around.

Everybody loved Rocky.  I got him from a friend of mine named Debby, whose friends owned him and had to give him up when he was two because a baby came into the picture and he was leaving ... presents under the crib.  When I met him, he wouldn't leave me alone.  I'd never seen a cat quite so sociable as that.

So I brought him home to Emmerson Street, where Mom was a bit iffy on him staying, but it didn't take long for him to win her over.  Mom's the one that gave Rocky his name.  "He's big and bulky, you should call him Rocky!"  And we did.  And boy Rocky loved Mom.  And everyone loved him!  He was talkative, loved to play, and was great with strangers, like an ambassador.  He was extremely loyal to us, always taking care of us when we were sick.  When Alexandra entered the picture in '96, he took to her, too.

What a gift it was to have him in our lives.