My lovely cat Nermal died in February of 2002, perched in his spot at the window, waiting for me to drive up and park the car like I always did. I had 3 cats then, Nermal and Trouble, the boys and Xena, the girl kittie. Her name was Xena Warrior Princess actually, because of her small stature that contrasted her large fighting spirit. Xena took no gruff from the big boys, and they respected her for that.
Nermal was my little kid, very loving, always wanting attention, always at my side. When I would wake up some mornings, Nermal would work his way up from laying by my side to laying on my pillow. Some mornings I woke up to Nermal's hair tickling my nose, he would wiggle so close.
Trouble Bubbies was my big guy, part tabby, part Maine Coon cat. He was my watchdog and the leader of the pack, always wanted to be outside. They were all fixed and had their shots so I didn't worry. They stayed around the house well enough. Xena came to me because one of my brothers' friends couldn't take care of Xena while she was in jail, and because she wasn't being cared for properly, I wouldn't give her back to the young woman after I nursed the poor thing back to health. Xena was neglected and hungry, and I mean hungry in every way. Nermal was the creamy center between the two oreo cookies that made it work I would say. We all got along fine.
It was one of the saddest days in my life the day my brother and I buried Nermal in the backyard next to Cisco. I cried for days over the fact that Nermal died waiting for me to come home.
I was sad for a couple of weeks. I needed to get out so I started hangin' out at a place called The Pelican Roost along the Kankakee River. The bar offered free local entertainment on Friday and Saturday nights and I liked the atmosphere so I made it my "go to" place.
Previously I spent 8 years in my 30s (out of choice) celibate and alone (another blog). In the 80s and the first 3 years of the 90s, when I would choose a guy to "get to know", I would usually be drawn to the same type of guy. He would be the best looking, with dark hair with a handsome face and a nice body. He had to be chiseled, hot, and the other girls had to want him. There was such a specimen at The Pelican Roost at the time. Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you the other part of the equation for me, he had to be the alpha male, he had to be a challenge. For me, part of the fun was the challenge. Once I walked up to an Italian stallion in a 50s-themed bar on toga night, whispered something in his ear, and left with him. Whew, honey!
Check and check. The guy was the muscle for the bar, the bouncer. I used my usual weapons and before you know it, well, you get the idea. The guy, surprise, surprise, turns out to be an a-hole. I could always pick 'em. Hindsight is 20/20, lol.
I start going to another bar. This bar is not as good for me, but good enough. A couple of weeks passed. One night, when it's finally getting to be comfortable, in walks the a-hole with not 1 but 2 girls on his arms. He walks right up next to me and orders drinks for them all. I got up, walked out the back door and there's 2 guys standing there, tall and good-looking, talking to the owner of the bar. Never one to be intimated by any of that, I say to the one, "Hey, I need some help in there,...are you guys busy?" That was the start of it. I "hired" them to be my eye candy for the evening, walking back in with them and buying them a drink.
The two of them come in with me, the place was hopping and crowded that night, and we grew comfortable hanging out together Before you knew it, I gave the one guy I liked my phone number, not Mr. Dick, but the other guy.
Have to go now...More later...
Nermal was my little kid, very loving, always wanting attention, always at my side. When I would wake up some mornings, Nermal would work his way up from laying by my side to laying on my pillow. Some mornings I woke up to Nermal's hair tickling my nose, he would wiggle so close.
Trouble Bubbies was my big guy, part tabby, part Maine Coon cat. He was my watchdog and the leader of the pack, always wanted to be outside. They were all fixed and had their shots so I didn't worry. They stayed around the house well enough. Xena came to me because one of my brothers' friends couldn't take care of Xena while she was in jail, and because she wasn't being cared for properly, I wouldn't give her back to the young woman after I nursed the poor thing back to health. Xena was neglected and hungry, and I mean hungry in every way. Nermal was the creamy center between the two oreo cookies that made it work I would say. We all got along fine.
It was one of the saddest days in my life the day my brother and I buried Nermal in the backyard next to Cisco. I cried for days over the fact that Nermal died waiting for me to come home.
I was sad for a couple of weeks. I needed to get out so I started hangin' out at a place called The Pelican Roost along the Kankakee River. The bar offered free local entertainment on Friday and Saturday nights and I liked the atmosphere so I made it my "go to" place.
Previously I spent 8 years in my 30s (out of choice) celibate and alone (another blog). In the 80s and the first 3 years of the 90s, when I would choose a guy to "get to know", I would usually be drawn to the same type of guy. He would be the best looking, with dark hair with a handsome face and a nice body. He had to be chiseled, hot, and the other girls had to want him. There was such a specimen at The Pelican Roost at the time. Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you the other part of the equation for me, he had to be the alpha male, he had to be a challenge. For me, part of the fun was the challenge. Once I walked up to an Italian stallion in a 50s-themed bar on toga night, whispered something in his ear, and left with him. Whew, honey!
Check and check. The guy was the muscle for the bar, the bouncer. I used my usual weapons and before you know it, well, you get the idea. The guy, surprise, surprise, turns out to be an a-hole. I could always pick 'em. Hindsight is 20/20, lol.
I start going to another bar. This bar is not as good for me, but good enough. A couple of weeks passed. One night, when it's finally getting to be comfortable, in walks the a-hole with not 1 but 2 girls on his arms. He walks right up next to me and orders drinks for them all. I got up, walked out the back door and there's 2 guys standing there, tall and good-looking, talking to the owner of the bar. Never one to be intimated by any of that, I say to the one, "Hey, I need some help in there,...are you guys busy?" That was the start of it. I "hired" them to be my eye candy for the evening, walking back in with them and buying them a drink.
The two of them come in with me, the place was hopping and crowded that night, and we grew comfortable hanging out together Before you knew it, I gave the one guy I liked my phone number, not Mr. Dick, but the other guy.
Have to go now...More later...
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