I'd intended to post about the Chicago Flower and Garden Show that Mom and I attended last weekend, but sometimes things happen that take precedence over other things.
As I was working on my flower show post, Romie stuck his head in the door and asked me if I'd seen Luna today.
"Yes, I saw him this morning when I left for work."
The neighbor had just walked over to tell us there was a black-and-white cat laying on the bridge. She'd heard him get hit this morning and wondered if it wasn't ours. Romie walked down to the bridge as I awaited the news with a sick feeling in my stomach. When I saw him walking back with the cat, I knew it was our Luna.
Many of you know we have quite a few cats here at Our Little Acre. We didn't mean to have this many, but they seem to find their way here. We try to find homes for them, but cats are really plentiful in our rural area, where many don't see the need to spay or neuter. (All of our cats are spayed or neutered.)
Luna came to live here when he and his littermates were part of what we surmised was a whole barnload of cats that were dumped at the cemetery near our house. There were cats of least three different ages, with the five kittens being the youngest. We think they weren't much more than four or five weeks old when we found them in August of 2004 in a muddy field of weeds.
We brought the kittens home and gave them all baths and fed them some canned kitty food we just happened to have on hand. At that time, we only had one outside cat, Jinx, and one inside cat, Simon.
We named the new kittens Oreo, Boo, Augie, Baby and Luna. Each of them got their name for a reason. Oreo was a short-haired black-and-white, Boo was a long-haired black, and Baby was a short-haired black-and-white that was the runt of the litter. Augie was a short-haired black-and-white and since we'd already used Oreo, we shortened "August" since that was when we'd found them. That night, there was a full moon, thus Luna got his name.
Now that day has come, and Luna is wearing angel wings. (Thanks, elayne, for telling me that.) We'll miss him and we'll always remember his good-time, laid back personality and his squeaky meow. He has joined our other beloved pets in the garden and over the rainbow bridge.