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Mike D - with his bad self running things…

One of the things I hated about leaving Chicago was leaving my cat Mike behind. But he was a million years old, and I didn’t want to put him through the stress of flying halfway around the world. So I left him, and the cat that I got for him because I was never home - Vinnie - with my mom in the ‘burbs. Mike and Vinnie were moving into a place bigger then any they’d lived before in my tiny New York and not much larger Chicago apartments. Three stories of places to chase each other and generally get in my mom’s way.

Again, Mike was an old man. I got Mike when I moved into my very first apartment away from my parents. I wanted a kitten. My friend who was driving me to the pet store got a call from his girlfriend, who, when we told her what we were up to went “oh, my aunt just found a cat, I guess his owners moved and let him go”. So, not being able to say “um…I really wanted a kitten” in the face of homeless cat, I said sure, and we were off.

We got there, and there was this GIANT tomcat. Not fixed. Huge face full of testosterone who was so completely not a kitten. But I took him, got him into the car and immediately started thinking of a name for him. He jumped into the back window and started mewing. The Beastie Boys were on, and thus, Mike D was named.

Almost 18 years later, I’ve been with Mike longer then most of my friends, longer then any boyfriend, longer then any job. I kind of figured he wouldn’t make it until I got back. He was getting bony. He slept a lot more. His kidneys were going bad, although he still loved to hump this teddy bear that my mom had brought over one Christmas for me to give to a friend’s new baby….Mike had other plans for that bear. It was love at first sight, and I’d hide it once in a while because he would very loudly love this bear at the most horrifying times, and he would sit and stare at wherever it was that I’d hidden it. Their love was just that strong.

Even though I thought he wouldn’t make it two more years, it’s weird to know that I won’t be feeding him bits of turkey anymore or feeling him sleep on my back as I lay on my stomach on my bed working on my laptop, purring and every once in a while stretching and bopping me in the head with his paw.

Mike is being put to sleep today. Mom called yesterday, and told me he’d been going downhill fast the last couple of days. He’s old, tired, and it’s time. In his honor, I’m posting the image pages from the “gay cats calendar” I made for some friends in 2002. Mike loved Vinnie almost as much as he loved the bear, and I loved this furry little guy more then I ever thought I could love a cat.

Bye boy.

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  1. Marco wrote:

    Bye sweet D.


    the big pink spider

    Monday, January 28, 2008 at 9:20 pm | Permalink
  2. Shawn wrote:

    Sorry to hear about Mike. He can hump plush toys in heaven now.

    Tuesday, January 29, 2008 at 11:00 am | Permalink
  3. SHM wrote:

    “Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
    And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

    Wednesday, January 30, 2008 at 10:19 pm | Permalink
  4. Carrie wrote:

    What a good cat. I was lucky to have known him.

    RIP Mike D. I hope there’s lots of catnip and plush love in heaven for you.

    Monday, February 4, 2008 at 7:33 am | Permalink
  5. timm wrote:

    why am i sitting at work crying over mike d’s passing? i was there from the get go, it was marcy’s aunt who had mike, my car that he rode in from maywood back to uptown, there when he pissed all over bree’s place and made her landlord mad… so many good memories of the D. you’ll be missed big man!

    Tuesday, April 8, 2008 at 10:55 pm | Permalink

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