Remembering Romeo

“Roam:” the perfect theme song for Romeo!

Today is National Cat Day, and I want to pay tribute to a special feline.

Earlier this year I lost my friend Romeo–RoMEOW, Studster Cat, THE Roamster–who passed away unexpectedly.

Neighborhood greeting committee: the first time I met Romeo.

As would luck would have it, my neighborhood had not one, not two, but three outdoor cats. I loved all of them, but by far my favorite was Romeo, the coolest cat in the entire town.

An utterly beautiful, striking orange tabby, Romeo was the first to greet me, my first acquaintance on the street. He made me feel at home. He was king of the neighborhood, and his name couldn’t have been more perfect: Romeo, a real life charmer who stole everyone’s heart. A true Puss in Boots!

The real life Puss in Boots.

Romeo’s owners lived across the way, and let him roam wherever and whenever he wanted. Blazing Western CO summer heat? A sudden cold snap? Romeo would be out and about, exploring, climbing, and chilling with the neighbors. Everyone loved him.

If Romeo were a Beanie Baby.

As a cat person, I especially adored Romeo. He was a specimen—a large, muscular cat with the healthiest short hair coat. I often joked he liked to lift, as he was so healthy and brawny for a feline. It didn’t matter where he wandered; he was always immaculately clean.

I always enjoyed his visits. I loved announcing in the silliest voice, “Romeo, oh Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” And sure enough, more often than not he heeded my call and bounded out of the bushes. Countless times he’d be waiting at the curb when I arrived home from work—a real gentleman.

Such a handsome fellow.

What I especially loved about this amazing creature was that he just wanted to enjoy my company. Though I always had treats on hand, oftentimes he’d bypass the food and went straight to sitting with me. A cat of very few meows (he meowed only 5-6 times in the years I knew him), he calmly surveyed his domain, his tail gently swaying.

I will forever miss his calming presence. Whenever I was writing away or studying, Romeo was often nearby, supporting my endeavors. Here are some of my favorite Romeo moments:

  • Attempting to sneak a bite out of someone’s lunch in the back of their pickup truck
  • Inspecting my car (climbing the seats and dash)
  • Scaling the sky high new house behind the property
  • Sheltering at my place whenever it rained
  • “Breaking into” neighbors homes and the second floor
  • Inspecting the beds of pickup trucks parked on the street
  • Sitting directly under my chair as I worked/ studied
The gang’s all here. As my best friend joked, “You manifested all these cats!”

And of course, watching Romeo interact with fellow outdoor felines Mochi and Bob Ross was always a laugh. If Romeo was the silent jock, Mochi was the class clown/ social butterfly and Bob Ross the lovable spazz. And to his credit, Romeo patiently tolerated the high energy antics of the wannabe BROmeos. Since Romeo’s passing, Mochi has some big shoes to fill.

Thank you Romeo for your friendship. I will forever miss seeing you stroll down the street, then bounding my way whenever you spotted me, tail high, whiskers forward, a happy fellow. Just as you roamed the neighborhood, may you forever explore the heavens.

LONG MAY YOU ROAM!

–LMC

These stairs are forever Romeo’s stoop.

CAT DISTRACTIONS

Great, the cat wants to eat my eyeball too..

All writers know—and despise!—writer’s block, the dreaded time when you just can’t…write. At all. Or well, at least. But do you have that one distraction that prevents or interrupts your writing? A clingy toddler? A messy room? (got to have your feng shui in order!)

For me, it’s my cat. A creature that is the very paragon of feline-ness: pointedly ignores all when you need companionship most, but then protests for attention at the most inconvenient of times. This is Bootsie. She is as far from a dog as you can get.

Initially I was writing a different post but Bootsie made known her need for attention: meowing pitifully at my door, breaking up my writing thoughts. I tried to ignore her. After all, she could’ve cuddled with me when I took a nap this afternoon. I even have her “nest,” or her favorite blanket, all set up at the end of the bed. But nope! Cats choose what they need, when they need it. This is what makes them so human, and why I love them so much (however much they irritate me at times).

Ceding to my cat’s wishes, I abandoned my initial post and opened the door. She shot in, hopped on her “nest,” and demanded that we CUDDLE RIGHT NOW, B%&$! She saw my lap top and decided for the moment that she wouldn’t crawl onto my lap. Normally, I don’t mind juggling cat and computer on my lap while surfing the web, but during writing time? NOPE! Whenever I was home from college right before finals week, she’d ALWAYS interrupt my studying: meowing at the door, hogging my desk chair, WALKING and SITTING across the keypad (she nearly deleted one of my essays)!

But tonight, I made known to her that I was going to resume writing, no matter how pissy she got. Unable to resume my other post, I started this one instead. I know it won’t be the last time Bootsie interrupts my writing time. Like my muse, the cat shows at the oddest times. So now it goes I type this sitting against the side of my bed, Bootsie just above my shoulder and purring like a motor boat. Annoying though she may be, I’d like to think she’s cheering, or rather purring, me on. It’s nice to know I have support in my writing endeavors.

And plus…ever since Flash entregar el alma (one of my fave Spanish colloquial phrases; best translation is “gave up the ghost”), Bootsie has been unusually loving and more purry. So thank you Boots. I mean it.

POST SCRIPT: Right when I finished this and got ready to post is when Bootsie decided to make her exit. Figures. Friggin’ felines 😉

~LMC