Ok, so this is another cramped deal. Bus and typing... hopefully who ever sits beside me will have showered since shoveling their laneway....
Story time: The story of Curtis. (a sad ending but very goofy story!)
Zebra and I were cat people before we became people people... that is to say, we always had a cat and treated it like a member of the family. Then we had kids. Now we treat the kids like members of the family and the cat like a pet. The current cat - you've seen her with the big pink Band-Aid on her tail a while ago - is Buster. We got buster in a moment of weakness while walking through a pet store. I will not go into a pet store any more... except with the kids... not with Zebra (LOL). Buster came after Curtis. Curtis we had as a kitten while we still had Buddy. Buddy was the cat I got for myself while I was in Collage. She was a doll... she grew up sleeping on my desk while I studied. She was right at home being stuffed into my back pack and going on walks... Buddy got old. buddy had to be put down and I cried like a little baby in the car outside of the vet clinic... But we had Curtis. and Curtis was a piece of work.
On the morning that Zebra and I met with my buddy in the parking lot of a McDonalds to go white water rafting... fun fun fun... Z and I spotted a little grayish black tail bobbing in and out between parked cars. I casually walked up to this weee tiny kitten that had been running from everybody that came near and she let me get right in her face and pick her up. I walked her around the inside of the McDonalds looking to see if anyone claimed ownership, but there were no takers. So I took little miss home, put her in the basement laundry room with a bowl of milk, closed the door, and went back to McD's to get going on the adventure with water.
We had a blast. Our boat was being steered by a dude named ... Curtis, so we named the cat after him. Curtis was a remarkable cat... I've had cats all my life and I'm quite used to the little cute things they can do. But Curtis was different. She went on these great huge long walks with us... all the neighbors loved her to tears. She was a real pal when George was born... She'd sleep on the floor beside the babies cradle and if the baby stirred or started to cry Curtis would come and get Z or I... sure we had a baby monitor, but she'd still want to personally see to the babies care!!!.
We took Curtis on canoe trips into Algonquin Park. I love canoe trips, I hate portaging... but I can't usually get one without the other. She'd scare the crap out of raccoons that tried to infiltrate our camp... just hilarious. We'd pull up to a site and as soon as the canoe was over ground, she'd hop out and take off. We would be lucky to see her again before morning. But when it was time to go… she'd be there. Where buddy was my cat, Curtis was more like Zebra's cat…
Z and I were in the process of making Ed. Well Z was making Ed and I was watch'en her do it! George was underfoot and we wanted to move into a bigger house. We had bought that house through cube lady. We call her cube lady because she basically… was a cube. Middle of winter, she's picking us up to go look at houses. She just fills the front bucket seat of her T-Bird? She had these teeny little feet and would basically be wearing pumps in the snow cause she could slip 'em on and off easy … if a shoe needed to be touched by hands to be on her foot… it was going to have to be somebody else's hands. Any ways, she played us like the first time home buyers we were and we weren't going back to her this time! Then there was the Spaniard.
Rodolfo! I knew this guy from work and thought I'd do him a favour and list with him. Nice guy. Big mistake. Ok he did what he's supposed to do. But he was usually late and we were getting nowhere. On the lovely Saturday in question it was sunny, warm day. Zebra and I were waiting for the Spaniard to show. He was supposed to be doing an open house. We're on the front porch. Zebra is 5-6 months pregs. We see Curtis across the street stretching and preparing to come home. We live on a corner… around this corner comes the Spaniard doing the full 40km around the 90 degree turn. Curtis was half way home. Curtis never made it. Zebra watched this go down. Not a squish, but … I ran for the cat, grabbed her, and Z and bolted in the car to the animal hospital acting like a total twit as I drove. However, it was done!
Can you imagine this? We were crushed, Z was amazingly crushed.
When I got home he was gone. Never had to see him again. We changed companies, etc. and ended up with another bizarre character… most real estate agents have a strange, strange, dark side.
Now that I write this I feel a little bad for dredging up a sad story… but it's an old story and sad as it was it's a past tense kind of a thing… no worries.