Callie comes out of hiding while I clean my bedroom and put the laundry away. I wonder if she misses McGyver.
He taught her not to be afraid. He taught her to explore. He taught her how to play. He protected her.
After Bear’s arrival, Callie became the cat who lived in the bedroom, then the cat who lived upstairs, we hope someday she will be just the cat. McGyver refereed fights between these two, jumping into the fray split seconds before the humans in the house arrived on scene. Brave kitty.
McGyver came along for Bear’s walks. People would laugh to see the two. Some neighbours were amazed, others shared similar stories of pets now gone. Even the dog trainer was amazed and pronounced him “one kewl cat.”
Indeed.
Hmmm? He’d ask at night as he entered the bedroom. Is it bedtime for you?
He loved to smack pony tail holders around the laminate floor.
Sometimes he stalked those ponytails with the courage of a warrior, loudly proclaiming his prowess as a mighty hunter. Frequently, these noisy forays into the wilds of chair legs began after we snuggled in to our beds. A loud cry announced the hunt was on and we tried to be good natured about it, most nights.
