Friday, August 8, 2008

Dr. Catlove; or, how i learned to love the bomba and stop worrying


first of all, i'm proud as hell of that title. if you dont get it you are missing out on one of the best movies ever made.

so yesterday, Bomba went missing. for those who havent met him, he is the black one. in the picture on my profile, i mean.

we let him and Doolin outside at about 5am because they wouldnt stop jumping on our heads as we slept. usually, they both come home after a few hours to grab a snack. but by 11:30 i was on my way to work and still no sign of Bomba. this was very worrysome, especialy since it was raining hard all day.

once it got dark and he still wasnt home, i really started to worry. I called animal controll and reported him missing. I posted on craigslist, and i used my office printer to make missing posters. It was at about this time that i realized that i am rediculously in love with my cats.

now, i know men arent supposed to like cats. we are supposed to think of them as efeminite, for some reason. but my cats arent. they are little badasses who tear the heads off of everything in their path. i mean that quite litteraly.

so i was freaking out, to put it mildly. i left work early and biked around my neighborhood for almost an hour looking for him. then i went home and decided i had to try to get some sleep somehow. luskily, Cobb and Weathers had come over to keep Katelyn company. Katelyn was worse than me; a complete wreck. After Mike and Jess left, we had a few beers and tried to stay positive. We were just getting ready to go to bed when we heard a distinctive "mew...mewww" at the front door. and just like that, our boy was back. soaked to the bone, but no worse for the 20 hours of wear.

i realised two things last night. One, Bomba can take care of his shit and i shouldnt worry about him. Two, I really do love those cats. Between them and Katelyn, i have an axis of stability that keeps me ballanced, happy, and sane.

To Bomba and Doolin: may their whiskers never fall out.