He
was one day old when he stole my heart.
A little striped, speckled kitty, one of a litter of six. Yes, one of the litter yet not. I knew the first moment I saw him that he was
different. A very powerful magical
creature in the guise of a tiny kitten.
I
found homes for the others. Beau claimed me from the start. We went home, this
wee one pound ball of fluff and it wasn’t long before he took over the house.
The three older cats already in residence were quickly under his spell. Oh he
lets them think they are dominant to him but that’s all part of his plan.
Beau
is a storyteller. Always has been. He whispers to me, sometimes complete tales,
sometimes snippets that I must then fill in the blanks. You’d think something
so adorable wouldn’t be so wicked but trust me, he is. We are working on a book
of Beau Tales that will astound you when he decides it’s ready for public
viewing.
He’s
been under the weather lately. Yeah, that’s an understatement. He stopped
eating and hasn’t gotten back to it yet. I believe he will. When he is ready
and not a moment sooner. My wonderful vet has done everything for him.
Exploratory surgery, biopsies, supportive care. She sent him home because she
thought he would be more comfortable there, which I’m sure he is.
The
first two days he was back he stayed downstairs. I slept on the sofa to be near
him. This morning, after we did his IV fluids he put himself to bed in his regular
spot between the pillows, under the covers. He’s still not eating but I see this
as a good thing, like he’s saying he’ll be sticking around. Part of me suspects
he’s in collusion with the big cats. They’ve been getting all the leftovers of
the foods I’ve been offering him, things they rarely get.
My
little Beau kitty. Magical beyond belief. Clever as hell. Naughty as can be but
cute enough to get away with anything. He’s one of a kind and I’m the luckiest
person alive because he chose me. May we have many more years of shared
adventures!
