This Monday, we have a very special guest poster - my new friend from Australia, Sarah! In this post, she lovingly tells the tale of her cat Bosco's Gotcha Day. Sarah was surprised to learn that "Bosco" actually means "forest" in Italian, since she always thought that her kitty might be part Norwegian Forest Cat! After reading Bosco's story, be sure to stop by her blog. She's a great writer and artist, and volunteers at the Cat's Legacy House!
Bosco the Cat, from Sydney, Australia
by Sarah M.
Bosco came into my life after a long stint without a cat. I hadn't had a cat since I was devastated when my cat didn't come home one day when I was 12 years old. My dad said we'd get another one "in 2 weeks" but we ended up getting a dog instead from a friend whose dog had had puppies. It was a long "2 weeks" without a cat! In fact, it was 10 years...
I loved my dog but I always wanted a cat as well. Anyway, when I was 22 and it was time for Max (our dog) to be put to sleep, I was devastated. I stayed home while my parents took him to the vet and when they got home I announced I was getting a cat. They didn't argue. I spoke to my friend that night and she told me her aunt's sister's cat had just had kittens that needed homes and I could have one in 6 weeks. Those 6 weeks went so slowly but gave me time to prepare, think of a name and over-excite myself. The night before I was going to pick out a kitten I had eveything I needed except a name. I started looking at the back of old CDs and found a song on the back of one written by one of my favourite Aussie bands called 'Hey Bosco'.
The next day when I arrived at the aunt's sister's house there were only 3 of 5 kittens left and there were two snuggling on the couch. I picked one of them instantly, a black and white tux kitty, but I was then told he was already taken. Then the sister said "I'll go get the one in wash basket" and out came a little ball of fluff! He looked exactly like a Bosco!
After I realised Bosco wasn't going to be a lap-cat, I thought I probably should've chosen the other cuddly kitten (who looked like Bosco but with short hair) but it didn't take me long to appreciate Bosco for his aloofness, and love those rare occasions even more, when he comes and sits next to me on the couch, or jumps on the bed to sleep at my feet, or makes his "chirp" sound and flips over on his back for a tummy rub. He is six years old now and I couldn't imagine my life without him!
For more on Bosco and my other fur baby Oliver, visit www.thepurrdiaries.blogspot.com