Bumble Buzz was not the smartest cat, but she was absolutely loyal and single-minded in her devotion to me, sleeping next to my pillow every night for 15 years. To commemorate her sad passing, let's dig into the ol' blog archives and enjoy some of her adventures, misadventures and foibles.
The final stop of CHEW tour Italia saw Layman and Rob heading to Treviso for a presentation and Q&A at a packed house at the Spago Paraggi art gallery, moderated and translated by Michele Foschini of BAO Publishing (publishers of CHEW: MENU DEGUSTAZIONE*). In the background, is the gallery's current exhibition, photographs of deceased 80s Italian porn star Moana Pozzi.
And some shots of lovely Treviso:
*Note: For all you CHEW completist weirdos who live in the U.S., we will be offering details for how to order BAO's Italian edition.
Battyfact: You'll notice I sorta fell off at the end here. Not out of laziness (though, when it comes to blogging, I certainly am guilty of that.) No, this got harder and harder to do as I approached the end, because, although this was meant to be a cathartic exercize, getting close to the end of this sorta meant saying goodbye to Batty again, and I didn't really want to do that.
Funny, of all my cats, Batty was always my least favorite. Not that I disliked her by any means, she was just so self-sufficient and strong and confident it did not seem like she needed me, whereas Bumble Buzz, Rufus and Reggie required much more than Batty.
Batty was happy, and loved everybody, and did her own thing, and really seemed to enjoy everything. She loved mischief, and loved to go where she was not supposed to and explore places she had not before. She loved food, loved company, loved other people and animals.
She's been gone for two months now, and the house is empty without her in a way I don't think it would be without the other cats. She was such a dominate force in the house, and she was in many ways the unbridled spirit of our family, if that is not too corny.
She was a really great cat. Sweet and smart and wonderful. I miss you, Batty. We all do.
Battyfact: Batty and Reggie were a photogenic pair. I think maybe Batty was the only thing that made life tolerable at the Layman household for Reggie, and Carter probably tipped the scales. Reggie lives with my mom now, and is much happier.
We are down to Rufus and Bumble Buzz. Two old grouches.
Battyfact: Batty's fur, where white, was almost blindingly white. She was cottony soft. Not as soft as Rufus, but Rufus has an almost oily slickness to her softness. Bumble Buzz is not all that soft, and Reggie was sorta bristly.
Battyfact: Kim bought Batty from a trailer park in Chula Vista, paying $60 for her because she didn't know much about cats and was hoodwinked into thinking one of Batty's parents was an "Australian Marble Snow Leopard" showcat (no such thing.) She also picked Batty because Batty was the smallest of the litter, and had a cold, so when Batty was brought home, she was sneezy and sickly.
She would recover, of course, but her kidney issues started showing up around 2003-2004.