Mum agreed to take me to the SPCA to get a cat - we went to see what there was, we didnt fully plan to come out with one, we hadnt taken a cage with us...mind you Dad took one of them and Karee had the other cage...we went into the shelters - that I know all to well having adopted four cats previously from there....We walked past so many empty cages and those that had cats in them very big ginger moggies....and there was this black cat with battle wounds - few patches of fur missing...heavy tattooed eyes...golden eyes gazing out....I walked past a few times...drawn to him but sad for him being a male - mum didnt like male cats we hadnt had one before - well my parents had one 27 y rs ago when my mum was pregnant with my sister...Nor did mum like the idea of him being black...she just didnt like black cats...but to me I dont believe in the whole bad luck from black cats....I believe in the good luck.
However, mum was faling for his eyes...these beautiful eyes - (funny enough we were talking just yesturday to him about his eyes...) and it was settled on this cat.. got a carry box and took him home - the poor boy wet himself during transport and so I rang him a bath he was NOT happy at all about that - of course a week later he wasnt happy with my giving him yet another bath for smelling so bad of poop - after being spaid...it went away after a while...lol.
This cat I name Ostara - after the Pagan Spring Enquinox - how ever it just didnt suit him...it wasnt his name at all....he sat with that over night...while I faught to have a name for him, not wanting to copy any Witchy Movies and TV Shows with Black cats or Witches Familiars....he needed something original but something magical also to show that he was my familiar...
I woke up and looked at him - he winked at me. He had been doing that ALOT since I got him home....mum had told me about how Poppa use to wink alot...and it drew on me then Sidney was his name...we had mentioned it but I said nooooo...but that was his name....and so he became known as Sidney.
I remember going out to view my sister's wedding venue - he was locked in the bathroom with the window open a crack - no cat ever got out of there before....how ever when I came home and opened the door - HE WAS GONE!! I cried my lungs out - I found him under the house, those eyes...glowing out at me...the bastard lol...I managed to get him out..He covered me in kisses and got carried away and ripped into my head..I hated him - But he came after me for more kisses..lol. The second time I thought I lost him was a few days later when we went to show him to my neighbour Sue. Kareen freaked him out with the carry box and he lept from my arms and he was gone - I thought for sure he was gone for good. I had just got off the phone to the radio sttion I use to listen to back then and was telling them about him, Piper turnt up at the back door with him behind her...
As time went on and me and Rob sorted things out as mates and spent time together when we could - he came up with the same Fat Cheeks for him...I cant remember what I use to call him I think it was Fat Ass..lol but Rob's nick name stuck - he adored Rob when he came over...I remember one time talking to Rob one night - we had our black cats in our rooms and we put them on the phone so Sid and Mini could talk - we said they would be boyfriend and girlfriend lol..
This past year Ive spent hundreds on Sid at the vets...its worth every cent now for me having that second chance....I have some funny photos of him for sure from things like his surgery...there have been times where I am spent nights away from him and pinned for him...when I was moving to Blenhiem to be with Rob, I was taking Sid with me, it was tough process of trying to deside how to send him there either by plane or by car and ferry..however those planes changed to me moving to Taupo and again Sid was to come....but that turnt to custard....my big thing was moving out to Uni and not taking him...so I didnt move lol.
This morning mum woke me up with the words that shattered my world. "Sid's Dead" Its one thing lying in bed late at night in the dark listening to the radio and having songs triggering off images of peoples funerals and stuff...or driving home and hving vision of my babies dying...but to actaully have one of them come to front is another thing.
My world started to fall apart....thoughts split into my head of self harm...I refused to get out of bed for an hour and go see him. Once I did, I then spent 2 hours refusing to have him buried...I couldnt bare the thought. I wanted him with me..I wanted to keep him in my arms...As I stood there patting him...and crying....I thought of having him cremated - I rang the vets and asked how much - $180 with Rimu box, $150 with a cardboard box. I couldnt afford that - boy the vets sounded really upset like she was going to cry too...
Mum rang dad and asked him where to put him, dad didnt really know...I just wanted me dad to be there - and do the burial like he always did...but he wouldnt....Mum and Mike dug the hole...and my sister came back over and we buried him - it was so sad and horrible putting him in the whole and covering him up...I had one last cuddle with him and kissed him...inspected his face to see where the damage was...there wasnt much, just to his head...his eyes were open still....though the colour gone and his pupils fully dilated....it was what drew me to him in the first place - those eyes...
It hurts that my Poppa has left me yet again...but most of all Ive lost my sleeping buddy...I wont get to hear him snore anymore - he wont be banging on the door anymore. He wont be eating pistacio nuts with me anymore or stealing my chips and stuff...we had just shared a bag of salt and vinegar chips before I went to work..
Regret is the biggest one - I wish I had called him inside and left him inside...then he would still be here...but I cant go back in time....now i have no idea how I will cope having depression without him...he was there for everything...even when i was pregnant - he slept with me and kept a paw on my tummy woke me up to check i was ok...
Numb.....
RIP Fat Cheeks SIDNEY "The Fatty Goodness"


