This happy little guy is around 600 miles away at the moment. Not for long. His name is Trex. He is a miracle cat. By this Saturday night, if the creek don’t rise, he will be here.
All it took was our announcement, last post, that we’d finally decided to get another cat. Our new friend Andrea commented that she got her kitty Leo from Chrystal, a private rescuer at “Daily Dose of Dogs (a/k/a Cats With Your Coffee),” and distance was no object. That’s all it took. Hey presto, kitty manifest-o.
Chrystal, Andrea, me — we all marvel at this. Read about it from Chrystal’s and Andrea’s point of view. My face hurts, from smiling.
So this coming Saturday, Teresa and I are going on a round-trip ten-hour 600-mile road trip, meeting Chrystal roughly halfway, and we’re coming back with Trex.
What’s that you say? There aren’t enough homeless cats around here like locally perhaps?
Ah, but you need to know why Trex sounds like the perfect buddy for Bugs. Trex’s current sidekick Frosting is into the shoulder-launch maneuver. Bugs used to specialize in a variation of that, the claw-launch maneuver – but it sounds like both Frosting and Bugs came up in the same ninja school. Trex, on the other hand, sounds like he’s more from the nonviolent philosophical lineage. This is the perspective that Bugs needs, if you ask me and even if you don’t.
Also, Trex is a miracle cat. Let Chrystal tell it. How Trex nearly died once – this may not be Trex’s exact story, but it will give you an idea of what Chrystal and her family do – and twice, in what was surely the Summer of Horrors chez Chrystal.
But if you’re reading this, I’m guessing you don’t need to be told why we’re doing this crazy thing. If you love life, if you believe that life is sacred, that no life is dispensable, you already understand. Two lives, actually. Chrystal says by adopting Trex, we’re making room for somebody else to be saved.
How’s Bugs doing in all this, you ask?
I’m proud of him. I figured he’d be seriously freaked by the huge convulsions involved in transforming The Hell Room into Trex’s “base camp.” Not so. He took it more or less in stride.
He’s sleeping now and I don’t want the flash to wake him. So here’s an archive picture.
OK so far.