Just You and Me, Cat

Bobcat’s napping on the bed and I can hear his soft snoring coming from the bedroom.  I’ve got KXFM, Laguna’s radio station playing Americana music in the kitchen, but it still seems too quiet; too still.  Not that I like loudness or lots of activity around me while I’m writing, but something about having two cats, one in the bedroom, one on my desk, both snoozing while I write brought just the right amount of background reverberations.  And their complementing personalities, Lexington, protective and pensive, Bobcat, silly and boyish was the perfect energy mix to fill these four walls—and my heart with harmony, and lots of love.

Lex, my efficient assistant…

It’s been over thirty years since I’ve had only one cat in my household.  Ever since that day in the late ‘80s, when I let an abandon sweet-faced kitty into my apartment who instantly connected with my one cat, Frankie, I learned that one is not enough, and have had two or three cats ever since (read bios of Frankie, Punkie, Lexington, Topper and Bella under “Meet the Family”).

Frankie and Punkie

I’m not the only one adapting to Lexington’s absence.  Bobcat outwardly grieved for several weeks, not leaving the bed except to take care of basic needs, but even his appetite waned for several days.

Bobcat on Lexington’s cozy pad

Then a couple of weeks ago, I was making dinner and heard funny thumping noises in the living room, where I found Bobcat whacking Lexington’s green tennis ball across the floor. When he caught me spying on his newfound sports activity, he ran over to me and rubbed up against my legs over and over.  I knelt down and gave him long, tight hug.  The sound of his purring rivaled the rumble of a Harley Davidson.  Bobcat had never even gone near Lexington’s tennis ball before, which made witnessing his first move towards healing extra special.

Bobcat has been in my life for about six years. During this time, I believe he understood my tight connection with Lexington and respectfully, didn’t interfere. But now, in our solitude together, Bobcat and I are bonding.  We are building a routine.  He now signals to me when he wants to play ball.  I toss the tennis ball—he chases it and when that gets boring (after about one minute) then he attacks the toy mice that I’ve scattered around the floor.  After I crawl into bed at night, he stands guard at the front door, watching for ominous critters (a giant raccoon recently sauntered up the walkway) and when he feels that all is well in the neighborhood, he hops onto the bed and curls up close to me. When Lexington slept next to me, Bobcat would usually sleep closer to the foot of the bed.  I love seeing his personality blossom as his grief lifts, and as he adapts to his new roll in the household as the protector, and I cherish our deepening relationship.

I’m certain that someday, I’ll expand my feline family again.

But for now, Bobcat and I are content to have just each other.


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13 Responses to Just You and Me, Cat

  1. Barbara Kaye-May says:

    Purrfectly stated. So happy Bobcat is settling in so nicely to a new reality.

  2. Tanya says:

    OMG Pam. I LOVE this – it hits soooo close to home for us and it is written so well. It expresses exactly want John. and I are feeling but we weren’t eloquent enough to capture it so perfectly. Thank you – my thoughts are with you. Love yeah man. T

    • Tanya I’m so happy to hear that the story made a strong connection with you and John. It’s a strange transitional time…
      But good can emerge from loss. A big hug to you John and Soho.

  3. Catwoods says:

    You have captured those times after loss and the changes both cats and humans go through, so beautifully. Days and weeks I know all too well.

  4. Marilyn Evans says:


    This is so good! I shared it on FB. And of course it made me cry!

    Love, Marilyn

  5. Pamela, I was wondering about Bobcat and how he was adapting/coping along with you. I am sending you the most wonderful article by V.S. Naipaul which just appeared in The New Yorker. It is one of the most beautifully written pieces ever about the loss of a beloved cat. I am wondering just how long Bobcat will be your only kitty…not for long, I suspect. Xoxo
    Love, Gail

  6. Auntie Rachel says:

    Beautiful .. had to read several times .

  7. Aww, I love this. What a sweetie Bobcat is!

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