Monday, July 30, 2007
Mancat Monday: Mister Big Boy, Willie
By Guest Blogger: Mosaic Lady
It recently dawned on me that Willie is the sole male in our family now. He lives his manly life with his cat-sisters-by-adoption, Bianca and Sadie; the crazy dawg, Leah; and crazy moi. Pity the Big Boy.
It recently occurred to me that Willie has outlived and outlasted three other adored male cats: Merlin & Milo, my gorgeous gingers; and Walter, who has many tributes on this site. And Fred, the hermaphroditic guinea pig who changed my life -- another ginger.
Willie was my first man cat in this current collection cycle, brought home on the last day of March, 1992. Crabby old stray Gracie kitty and I lived in a sweet little apartment overlooking Monterey Bay. Today, Willie is my last man cat standing. It stuns me into some sort of surreal shock to realize that I was barely 34 when Willie joined my life. Today, I am closing in on 50. That's a lot of tears, and a lot of years, for one man cat to see me through. And he has. Impeccably. Willie is my aura reader. He's not a huge lap cat, although he has his mushy moments, but is keenly in tune with my moods and my energetic shifts, always staying close enough to touch, always guarding the perimeters of my life.
At the risk of sounding overly morose and morbid on this dark Monday, thoughts of aging, life cycles, and everyones mortality have been preoccupying me lately. Surely that feeds the force in my daily aching to add another male cat (or two) to the family. I feel off-balance and a bit empty in that department. I really miss having a big old hunk of fluffy lap cat love in my life. But I realized last weekend that I am being more deliberate than I am fully conscious of in my hesitancy to add boys to the family. I'm delaying out of respect for Bianca, and her newfound place of comfort in the fur hierarchy. More on that this weekend when we celebrate her 15th birthday.
Today is Willie's day, and it brings to mind a Joni Mitchell song that always breaks my heart. These furs of ours...they give so much to us, playing so many roles in our lives, and truly ask for so very little in return...
Willy is my child he is my father
I would be his lady all my life
He says he'd love to live with me
But for an ancient injury
That has not healed
He said I feel once again
Like I gave my heart too soon
He stood looking thru the lace
At the face on the conquered moon
And counting all the cars up the hill
And the stars on my window sill
There are still more reasons why I love him
Willy is my joy he is my sorrow
Now he wants to run away and hide
He says our love cannot be real
He cannot hear the chapel's pealing silver bells
But you know it's hard to tell
When you're in the spell if it's wrong or if it's real
But you're bound to lose
If you let the blues get you scared to feel
And I feel like I'm just being born
Like a shiny light breaking in a storm
There are so many reasons why I love him