Gentleman Blue Boy Thomas K. Cat
Story as told by Thomas.
I am sitting on the front porch railing reading the newspaper. For me that means watching the neighborhood wake up, seeing humans going to work and school, then watching the stay-at homes coming out to work in the yard.
My name is Gentleman Blue Boy Thomas K. Cat. I am a silver and black tabby. The black on me almost looks blue, so Blue Boy is part of my name, thanks to Boy. I have lived here with my human family since I was just a young kitty, that’s what the K. is for. When I was little they called me Tommy, for it was a cute name. Now that I am much older and a gentle cat, they call me Thomas. That is nice, since I have gained dignity with age and earned the title of Gentleman.
My Boy was the one who adopted me. He went to his friends house to see us new kittens. He picked me up and carefully carried me home to ask if he could keep me. Of course when Mother saw my beautiful eyes, and I licked her hand, she could not resist me and agreed to give me a home. My little Girl and Dad also fell in love with me. I was so cute and cuddly.
Boy and I spend a lot of time together. Girl helps with my servings. She loves to trickle the kibbles in the china bowl to hear the tinkling sounds, as Boy carefully pours milk in my china bowl. Yes, you see, I am special. No plastic or metal bowls for me. I am given china to eat from. Mother keeps the bowls sparkling clean.
Like all tom cats, I loved to roam outside. However, Mother kept me inside till I was about three months old, then Boy could take me out in the back yard for some run and play, but only for a little while till I got used to my yard. Oh! It is a fine yard, with green grass, a sandy play area where the swings are, a little apple tree to climb, and sometimes a lizard to chase. There is a creek down the hill a ways behind our yard and all kinds of lizards come up from there to visit. I have great fun chasing them.
One day, when Mother was washing clothes in the garage, I snuck out there to explore. The big door was open and I ran out to the front of the house. It was all new and strange for me. I wandered a little too far. I tried to find my way home, but got lost. I was gone for almost a week and very lonesome. One day I was walking down the sidewalk and heard Mother call me. I ran into the garage and she picked me up. When Boy and Girl saw me they were so happy I was home. We were all very happy. I was told that they were all so sad I was lost. Boy and Girl cried a lot for me. The next time I was allowed outside, Mother put oil on each of my paws so wherever I went my scent was stronger and left in my tracks. That helped me to find my way home, but I never went too far again.
When I was almost a year old I got in a fight with another tom cat. He bit me on the head and by the next morning half my head was swollen and so sore. Mother took me to a guy named Vet. On my paperwork they recorded my full name, Gentleman Blue Boy Thomas K. Cat. I preferred they call me Gentleman Blue Boy, but they called me Tommy. I was given medicine to put me asleep so Vet could clean the bite area and open a little triangle on my head to let the infection drain out. I was also tutored at the same time, so I would not fight anymore. The tutoring made me a lot smarter, but I noticed something was missing. Since then I stay closer to home. I still have the triangle scar, but my fur covers it nicely.
When I was three years old I wandered across the street to a neighbor’s yard. There was a young teenage boy there and he shot me in the face with a pellet gun. I went berserk with the pain and ran to another neighbor’s garage. A kind lady caught me and wrapped me in a towel. I was all bloody. She took me home to Mother and I was taken to Vet. I was given medicine to put me to sleep again so Vet could do surgery. My whole lower jaw on the right side was shattered and all the teeth broken. My teeth there were removed and all the pieces of my shattered jaw were removed. Then Vet put in a stainless steel little bar tube to reconstruct and packed shattered pieces of my jaw in and around the tube and glued it all together. All that work cost $1000.00. I had to stay in the hospital for two weeks. Right after surgery, Mother and Dad went to the teenage boy’s house and told the father what happened. The father took the pellet gun away from his son, grounded him (whatever that means, maybe chained him to the ground?) then gave Dad $1000.00 and a huge apology to my whole family. They moved away not long after that.
I almost died and lost a lot of weight. I was kept on nutrition through a tube and after the stitches healed I was able to eat soft mush till I was taken home. Mother was given a recipe for the mush and fed me that for a long time with a Popsicle stick. I could also have water and milk. It took a long time to heal, but I did gain back weight and became quite healthy again.
I could not turn my head to the right because of the bar in my jaw, so could not lick and groom my right side. My family took turns grooming me on the right. They would take a damp cloth, rub me down then gently brush me. That was many years ago. I can groom myself now, but it feels so good when family grooms, so I let them continue doing it, in fact they love to groom all of me, and I love it, too. I can eat soft foods now. Mother cooks chicken liver for me and cuts it in small pieces . She softens my kibbles with the warm broth of the chicken liver, or milk. You see, I am very special.
I love to sit on my front porch and read the newspaper and I love my family.
Gentleman Blue Boy
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns