My Mum and Dad came to Charlotte NC to pick me up. That's where I'm from. They drove 5 hours to get me, and as soon as I met my Dad, I hissed at him. I was scared because I was in a room filled with strange cats that I had never met before. Mum didn't like my name, so she decided to call me 'Clawdius'. It really suited me, but it never stuck. When Mum brought me home, she wanted me to feel as comfortable as possible so they kept calling me Boss so I would have something familiar to hold onto. They started trying to 'wean' me off the name Boss-Kitty, and started calling me Boss-Clawdius. Then that became Boss-Clawd, then back to Boss Kitty again. Mum thinks Boss is kind of a stupid name really, but not if you put it in the funkadelic sense; ie- "That's a totally boss cat you have there, dude." You understand what I'm saying? So I consider my name 'Boss' to be more of an adjective than a noun, meaning a jerk that tells you what to do. Enough said about my name.
So anyways, I loved my new Mum right from the start. She looked at me with stars in her eyes. She was lovely, and I was smitten. When she brought me to my new home, she put me in my very own bedroom with lace curtains and fresh sheets on the bed. I had fresh expensive litter to poop in and wonderful cat food to eat. I also had a lot of new animals to get used to in the house, which I wasn't so crazy about.
For the first few weeks, I was kept isolated in my bedroom. I slept most of the day, and Mum would come in several times a day to give me lots of love and special treats. We got to know each other very well, very quickly. I wasn't allowed out into the rest of the house because I showed agression towards the other cats. I was scared, confused, and had a chip on my shoulder, being the new cat and all. I had something to prove after all, I couldn't let these other cats push me around!
Poor Gritty-Kitty, I attacked him the moment Mum let me out of my room. He was just trying to be my friend. Now when I look back on it, I feel really dreadful about it. I think if he were still alive, we could have grown into really good friends. I also attacked the hell out of Shalimar; she is a weird, skiddish siamese cat that also lives here. I still pick on her to this day, because she's an easy target.
I learned quickly that I am fussy about other cats. Now with dogs, I seemed to get along with them splendidly. The first dog I met here was Smeagol. I liked her right away. She played with me and chased me, and in turn let me chase her. She was really cute and very young, just about 5 months old when I met her. Then there was Bullitt; he was the same colour as me, but not half as good looking as I am. He's a bit plump, and terribly strange. I quickly learned that I didn't want much to do with him at all.
Now in the background of my new house, there was another man that I had yet to meet. He met me with a wagging tail, and quickly retreated to his usual perch upon the game room couch, near the window. He was very reclusive, and only came out to see Mum when he was hungry, thirsty, or had to go to the bathroom. Sometimes he would come out just to show her his toy, and she would play with him, but he would tire quickly and retreat to his couch again. I could hear him slurping his butt all day long. Sometimes I'd go peek around the corner to see what all the slurping was about; he would look at me, wag his tail then quickly return back to his rump.
I could tell that this fellow was an old man. His eyes were cloudy, his joints were a bit stiff, his fur had turned very grey. I could see behind his old man facade that he had once been a magnificent animal. Firm and sleek, muscular and energetic. I could also see that there was a bit of mischeif behind those old cataracts of his, and from time to time he would drive Mum and Dad crazy with his sneakiness. Stimpy rarely if ever came to see me, aside from the first day I met him. He was very kind to me from day one. We never fought, not even a tiff. I had a lot of respect for Stimpy, and he liked me because I brought Mum so much joy. I always thought of Stimpy as being a part of Mum. It's hard to explain, but he was always there in the background, watching over her from a distance. If he heard something, he'd bark. He was too old to act on anything, but he did what he could to protect her and his family. He did a good job. I felt safe with Stimpy around. We all did.
The only time that Stimpy wasn't around, I was attacked by the neighbours dogs and they ripped off my tail and my genitals. Yup, you read right. Stimpy and the other dogs were at Critter Sitter while Mum and Dad were away, and the neighbours dogs knew that Stimpy and the others weren't here to protect our home, so those dogs took advantage of the situation and attacked me. I almost died. If Stimpy were here, that never would have happened. Stimpy, along with Bullitt and Smeagol would have chased those mean dogs away. I never took Stimpy or the other dogs for granted after that attack.
Stimpy liked eating my poo, and he always managed to find my secret stash. I don't know how he did, but he did. Gross. I don't know how dogs can do such disgusting things. I used to watch Stimpy wander around the mountain. I would follow him sometimes, just to keep an eye on him, see where he was going. Sometimes he would see me and bark, as he could only see me as a dark shadow in his failing eyes. I'd meow, and he'd realize who I was, and he'd turn his head and continue sniffing on his trail. He never chased me, nor the other cats. He was always gentle and kind, and I had great respect for him.
The house feels so quiet and unprotected without him here. It will take a very long time for all of us to find our new roles in the family. Bullitt is trying, but he just doesn't have the strength, presence or respect to be the alpha male in the house. Smeagol is a long way off from such a position. Other than Bullitt, I am the eldest in the house, but I'm not ready for a position of that kind of authority. Stimpy is irriplaceable. Our family is truly lost and so confused without him here.
He has left a warm place on the couch, and I often can be found laying nearby.
Until next time,
Boss-Kitty
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hi boss kitty...i finally talked nanza into getting me a journal of my very own...i know your mum is probably away in Canada...havin' a ball...come see me soon 
We all loved Stimpy butt
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