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Now that he's almost sixteen years old, Billy's black cat biography has more drama. What seems like a long time ago, I picked him up from a room full of rescued cats (after getting past the gang of barking rescued dogs) after work one day and brought him home as a tiny rescue kitten.
I could hold him in the cup of my hand like a furry little baseball. I've watched grow him through all the challenges and stages of his life. The most interesting thing about him - very unusual for a cat - is that he's just about completely without guile.
He doesn't flirt or try to trick you into a treat. Like the simplest and easiest to deal with people, he is always exactly as he appears to be. No tricks, straight from the heart.
Billy is not only smart, fierce, gentle, playful, wise and adventurous, he's also friendly to strangers and sweetly emotional. He comments on everything, shrieking when he jumps on the bed and yelping excitedly when food arrives, and his greatest frustration is that we don't understand enough of messages.
I'm not sure, but I think he cat cusses a lot.
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He has the courage of a giant (with common sense.) When he was still too young to know how to groom himself or to use a litter box, he saved himself and his sister from being starved after they were abandoned and were hid under a porch. Terrified but determined, he screamed at the top of his infected little lungs until both were rescued.
Not long after, we found him in a small cage with his sister, Buffy, offered for adoption in a supermarket parking lot. His extra long tail was in his water dish.
When we brought him home and showed him his litter box, little Billy promptly took a long nap in it.
One thing he did know how to do was eat. He grew fast, and our little black cat soon became a hulking twelve-pound linebacker, but still as sweet and needy as they day I carried him through our door to join, George, the cat who would become his hero.
A senior citizen now, Billy has had two surgeries in the last year. He developed an unusual condition known as "blood stones," something like kidney stones, but consisting of dried blood from an unknown source that blocked his urethra.
They seemed to be triggered by stress. The first surgery kept him out of danger for a year, but a second and third episode called for something more radical.
I'm happy to say that surgery, at the Animal Medical Center here in New York, was a complete success, and Billy, now fifteen and a half, is have something of a second childhood. He won't play as vigorously as he did when he was young, with me or our other cat, but he has his confidence and curiosity back. We're thrilled to have our Billy back.
I can still remember, as we gradually introduced him to our home, once ruled by a single cat, Billy wisely learned the ways of cathood from George. Fortunately, George never objected to a tiny black something staring at him as he used his litter box or while he groomed, a practice at which he was expert. George quickly adjusted to having another cat in his house and had fun playing in the way only cats can with other cats.
Few appreciate how eagerly cats seek roles or even jobs in their homes. They get as bored as we do without something to do, and while most are good at entertaining themselves, interaction with other family members is fun and enriching for all.
Early on, Billy determined that his favored task would be to act as my personal alarm clock, something he has continued for fifteen years.
Billy's technique is to stand next to me and squawk directly in my ear. If my responses are not to his liking, he will balance all twelve pounds on my ribs until I roll over. He's not subtle, nor is he expected to be. While this may seem a rude way of awakening, I can assure I appreciate the ten years without a real alarm clock. I don't even remember how to set ours anymore.
By the way, I am a very early riser, getting up between 3:30 and 4:00 on most days, but when conditions are not right and a late night has shortened my mattress time, Billy has a very effective and generous snooze button that is activated by my pleading for another half-hour. He gets it.
A Black Cat Takes A Project
Billy in the hallway. I am a freelance writer working in New York City. Since I spend so much time working at home - Billy would say ignoring him - I appreciate the joy of having such a great companion nearby at all hours, even if he takes my wife's side in any dispute.
Billy has a project of great interest to him these days. Now that I work from home, usually with a computer in my lap, he moves me around several times a day. I mean, he literally stares at me or behind me until I get up and he takes the spot for a nap. If this doesn't work, he jumps up and engages the computer in my lap. Occasionally, he resorts to prancing on the keyboard. This is neither an accident or an idle gesture. He knows what he's doing.
Rescue Groups Offer Amazing, Volunteer Services
While it's entirely possible he got us, as cats often do subtly, we first met Billy in a small cage with his sister, offered for adoption by a rescue group outside a suburban supermarket. We initially chose his sister, Buffy, since we already had a male and thought balance was important, but someone else adoped her first.
I was asked if I could "love Billy."
That answer came easily.
You are looking at a colorful image of Billy and George gazing out a window. City Cats, created by contemporary cat artist: Deborah Julian.
It's just too easy to get lost in the crowd for a black cat.