Gentleman Blue Boy Thomas K. Cat

Gentleman Blue Boy Thomas K. Cat

Gentle Blue Boy

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.

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Gentleman Blue Boy

Gentle Blue Boy
This is a true story. Tommy lived a long, happy life. He was our first pet and well loved. We still talk about Gentleman Blue Boy Thomas K. Cat when we get together and reminisce about the old days.

© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns

 

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I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.
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I have always liked to write. It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.

7 thoughts on “Gentleman Blue Boy Thomas K. Cat

  • May 28, 2017 at 9:46 PM
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    What love our furry friends bestow on us, and it is an honor to serve them as they comfort us in so many ways. Lovely story and a wonderful friend never forgotten. I love it.

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    • May 28, 2017 at 10:03 PM
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      Yes, Thomas was a much loved friend and gave us so much love. Thank you, Tony. I knew you would love this story, it is like the love you share with Beast. X

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  • May 30, 2017 at 11:42 AM
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    Phyllis, why is it that the most human people I know have claws and four legs? I LOVED reading about Thomas.
    Gracie, Heidi, Katie, Goldie, Henry and Obi Wan also enjoyed the tale and gave it twenty-four paws up!

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    • May 30, 2017 at 11:55 AM
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      Oh my gosh! Hello Bill. It is so good to hear from you. I do hope you will give us another article to read – we miss you! Thank you so much for reading and commenting about Thomas. And thank the gang for me – I appreciate their paws up!

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  • August 9, 2017 at 4:09 PM
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    Phyllis,

    This is so adorable!

    Yes, Thomas is so special!

    Poor baby also got shot with a Pellet Gun! This is awful! Poor thing. I cannot stand it when people are purposely cruel to animals 🙁 Good thing that family moved away.

    The oil on his little paws so he could find his way home was an ingenious idea, too.

    I have two cats. They allow me to love them (or, maybe that’s only around dinner-time)…

    Sometimes pets get into such trouble, and it’s painful for us to witness. My Australian Shepherd had a Foxtail embedded beneath her skin, and it was noticed due to the lump on her upper, outer hind leg. Between veterinarian appointments, this lump swelled up massively, and tore itself open from so much pressure of fluid. Thus, fatty layers, and muscle were exposed. She had to wear an Elizabeth Cone so as not to further increase her injury.

    She just had surgery, yesterday, and they found the tiniest Foxtail in existence. I couldn’t believe something so tiny caused such a major wound! She now has approximately a 6 inch length of surgical stitches that will be removed in 10-14 days. She still has to wear the Elizabeth Cone around her neck. In fact, our English Bulldog, Thor, tried pulling her around the living room with the edge of the cone in his mouth. Of course, I made him stop. He is a bit of a brat 🙂

    But, even still, Ginger’s injury does not compare to someone purposely shooting a domestic pet with a Pellet Gun, or any gun for that matter! This is horrible 🙁 Thank The Lord Thomas had loving owners to love him unconditionally, and to help nurture him back to health. This is the blessing!

    Thank you, Phyllis, for sharing sweet Thomas with us.

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    • August 9, 2017 at 4:45 PM
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      Thank you so very much,Tamara. It has been so many years since Thomas crossed the Rainbow Bridge, yet my now adult children and I still miss him. He was truly a gentleman and very affectionate cat. We loved the way he “read the newspaper” – sitting on the porch railing for hours watching the neighborhood. Every time one of us stopped by to pet him, Thomas would tell us all that was going on in the hood. He would rub against us and meow for the longest time and we just knew he was bringing us up to date on the news. Our Thomas really knew how to communicate with us spiritually – or is it that we knew his soul?, maybe both is correct.

      I am glad to hear Ginger received the help she needed from the Vet. Those foxtails are so dangerous to animals. I had a little Yorkshire Terrier long ago. He got one of those foxtails in his eye and it worked its way in, giving Boomer horrific pain and swelling. The Vet was able to get it out, but Boomer lost sight in that eye.

      Your Thor is funny. I wonder if he was trying to take the cone off of Ginger? Thanks again for reading and commenting about Thomas.

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  • August 18, 2017 at 4:23 PM
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    Phyllis,

    I am taking my beloved cat to the veterinarian tomorrow because he is not doing too well. Your sweet picture of Thomas reminded me of my Skylar. I hope Skylar will be okay.

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