I inherited my brother’s cat last May. Newspaper was an old cat with many problems. He couldn’t jump up onto the counter to eat. He seemed to miss the littler box quite often. He ate and ate and ate. He also drank and drank and drank but not from a water bowl. No, that would have been too easy. He drank from the plant holder. He also ate the plant in said plant holder, and it died.
But he was a lovely cat, very mellow and unique. The other cats loved him, Kingsley loved him, and the kids and I loved him.
Last month Newspaper got sick, and we lost him fairly quickly. It was a sad day for everyone, and we miss him still. But we remember with fondness one of Newspaper’s last adventures. An adventure he had about a week before he died with one of our other cats, Apple.
Apple is an outdoor cat who spends her time outside in the bushes chasing bunnies and rolling in the dirt. Newspaper was a former outdoor cat who spent his last years inside the house and out on our balcony where he would enjoy the sunshine. He had no desire to go outside at all. But on this fateful day, I left the front door open for a minute and out he shot. He wanted one last day in the great outdoors.
Tru was worried about Newspaper, so he went outside to try to find him. What he saw amazed him. Newspaper, the cat who could hardly walk or jump, was zipping through the bushes with Apple having the time of his life. He did not want to come in, instead he was avoiding Tru at every turn. Tru came home without him still worried. Newspaper followed about an hour later, tired and worn out.
A week later he was gone, but all of us still talk about his last great adventure. I decided yesterday that we would all write about it, as I thought it made for such a great story. The kids and I sat around the table and wrote for ten minutes. Here is each of the kid’s take on Newspaper and his final adventure.
The cats, Newspaper and Apple, stepped out the open door. Newspaper was 15 years old in human years. He was very old and mostly napped the entire day. Apple was 4. She was an outdoor cat. Down into the nature preserve they went. Apple saw a rabbit.
“Let’s get it,” Apple said, pointing to the rabbit.
Newspaper slowly nodded. “Yeah” he said slowly. “Kill it!”
“I mean, how fun is it for an old cat and a young cat to capture a rabbit?” Apple asked.
It was like Newspaper was young again. He caught the rabbit.
“Look at all the blood!” Apple said. “Yum! Let’s eat!”
Newspaper and Apple devoured the rabbit. There was only a leg left. Apple took it.
“Give that back!” Newspaper yelled.
“No-no-no!” Apple yelled.
Newspaper chased Apple around. Soon, he caught the rabbit leg. He ate it.
“LOL!” cheered Newspaper.
Newspapers Last Adventure:
The two cats slowly crept though the bushes when suddenly a rabbit leaped out from the foliage. ~A quick intermission:CATS EAT RABBITS thank you~ They were off, quickly chasing the rabbit through the shrubbery, and Newspaper, old in his age, felt young inside once again.
Soon Newspaper and Apple had the rabbit in their clutches! They began to devour it. Suddenly Tru dashed through the bushes in hopes of grabbing Newspaper! As soon as Newspaper saw Tru he leapt away. His time outside was not over yet.
Tru went home felling really depressed. He thought that Newspaper was gone for good, but soon after the cat returned like a triumphant hero!
Newspaper’s Last Great Adventure
A flit of gray, a flash of blue, a shining coat of black and white,
And on this day, when old was new, two cats stepped out into the light.
Then time stood still, under the sun,
It mattered not ten years to one,
And back there came, afresh, anew, a surge of memories undone.The blue-eyed cat with bristled hair was suddenly a kit so young
Like days gone by, so fresh and fair, in meadows in where flowers were hung.
The black and white now somehow seemed
A little sister long forgot
And suddenly he sprang away
As if his age did matter not.Like friends of old, they quickly fell
A rabbit in the misty dell.
The sun did smile down on them as chase they played and oh so well.
And under the boughs of the evergreens, the aged cat did play and run
And felt as if his life was fresh, as if from sleep he’d newly sprung.
And in the very end of days, when all was cold and fading fast,
The songs of old did quickly play, the songs of the happy life he’d past
And he remembered the sister kit, the smiling kids, the mother’s love,
And he thought to himself, what an adventure life is.
And mine has been more than enough.