Wow. I had not realized how much time had passed since I last wrote here.
Our darling cat (aka the evil “Dos”) passed away about two months after I wrote that last entry about him. We think he was 4 or 5 when he “adopted” us, and we had him for 14 years.
He passed suddenly and peacefully. We all got lucky there.
We went without a cat for quite a while, thinking we didn’t “need” another pet – we already had two puppies.
But, as time went on, as people who love both dogs AND cats, we came to feel something was missing.
We assumed we would be “adopted” by another cat. It didn’t happen. We then figured it would be easy to “find” one in a box of kittens outside the grocery store or something. That didn’t happen.
So, we finally got it in gear and visited the Maricopa County Animal Rescue facility.
I was expecting the horrors I had experienced when visiting many Los Angeles shelters, so I was dubious.
I went from dubious to stunned when we entered the facility. It is LOVELY. The people are so caring. The place is bright and clean, and smells nice – and not of disinfectant or chemicals. The air is cool and fresh. The cages are spotless. The “cattery” is nice and quiet, far removed from noisy dogs. More on that later, maybe – but meanwhile, kudos to Maricopa County, AZ.
So, we go in to adopt ONE kitten. We adopted two – because hey – oh, heck – no excuses. We just wanted both and couldn’t choose between them – incredibly different as they are – so we chose both. As it happens, they came from the same household – not the same litter, but brother and sister, if you will. Apparently the person who had to give them up had 8 or 9 cats. We didn’t dare look at the others, or WE would have probably ended up with 8 or 9 cats…
Anyway, they are leading us – I include the puppies – a merry dance. Personalities both! We are now a family of 6, and would not have it any other way.
The little girl cat was previously named “Harley”, so we kept to that.
The boy cat, however, was called “Chunky”. Perhaps because at 11 months he weighed 15 pounds.
We felt “Chunky” was just a RUDE name. He’s all black with green eyes. Sleek and, yes…rather large. But he can climb a tree (John found out, to his sorrow) with ease. (Insert story of giant cat in tree, afraid to come down, and John on a ladder retrieving him. Cat was shivering, afraid to trust John – then John just grabbed him, hugged him close, and went far enough down the ladder so the cat could jump to the ground. Amazingly, said cat never even extended his claws. In fact, he NEVER extends his claws unless he is stretching.)
Anyway, “Chunky” was not a good name for him. So I thought, and I thought. One day, I was looking at him, and a song came to mind. It was a Bob Dylan song, but made famous in the 60’s by a group called “Manfred Mann”. It was titled “The Mighty Quinn”. “Come on without, come on within – you’ll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn.”
I think in the back of my mind, I had wanted to name him something that would go with his sister’s name, Harley. Because when we adopted Lucy, she was already named, so we kept the name, and when her little brother came along, we named him “Desi”.
So, I had thought of naming him “Davidson” – Harley Davidson, yes?
But I knew in my heart that we would end up calling him “Dave” or “Sonny”.
And face it – even if a cat DOES respond to its name, it had better be a fairly short one!
So, when I thought of Quinn – I think it was my subconscious.
Because – Harley and Quinn – when I yell for them to come in, I yell “Hey! Harlequin”!
I loved it, and even John smiled at the idea.
So Quinn the Mighty he is and will remain.
We have had them since the first week of June. They both turned a year old in July.
By the way – these are the first and ONLY cats that have ever owned me who not only RESPOND to their names, but who actually COME when I call – even if coming does not result in getting food. Amazing!
As is my wont, I have written a poem about them.
It will tell you a lot about them in fairly few words.
Poem for Two Kitties
Little Harley,
no longer small;
oh, how swiftly
she enraptures all.
Shy and quiet,
more loving than most –
but turn your back
and she’ll filch your toast.
Quinn the Mighty,
he’s so cool;
if you don’t love him,
you’re an obvious fool.
Oh, so laid back,
oh, so sweet –
may not mean to trip you
as he winds around your feet.
Harley and Quinn
(who cannot read),
would not in any case
be much surprised indeed
to learn their humans
know full well
that if dinner is late –
they will make our lives Hell.