My Cat Hixxy

AHHHH I know that there's a plethora of cat lovers out there, and for good reason! They're like the perfect compliment for the soul.  So relatable in their ways, so cute, so dreamy. They're enlightened from birth and they bring out the best in those of us who open up our hearts to them.  Last June, 2014 I adopted a black 8 week old kitten with a crooked tale whom my friend Dandelion dubbed Z Noodle cat. Me and 5 other friends then proceeded to go on a road trip to California with this barely weaned whining feline on what turned out to be quite the SHIT show. What were we thinking, driving the length of the West Coast in a Mini Van packed with all of out baggage... Holy shit we were a romantic lot and the idea seemed far out and hella dope, I mean why not? We were a motley batch of wanderers, hedonists, and common opportunists, with a vague common goal of having an adventure that would be memorable, escape, umm, but damn... reality hit us as MMEOOOEWW MOEOWON (oh god he shit) OMg im so uncomfortable. AGH you said we'd go to LA, san francisco , blararra hrarar rahrh I gotta quash my warrant! .... GOOD MORNING. Siddhartha wants you to leave Z to fend for himself (ugh Kerouac that angsty cat hater). HMMM So we pretty much hated each other by the time we reached San Francisco. The logistics of 6 adults and a kitty riding in a Toyota mini Van were a festering abscess of delinquency. I tried to hold things together the best could. I packed all the bags in Tetris style but everyone had to access their stuff all the goddamn time so the organization didn't last very long. Multiple seating arrangements were attempted. I think that we thought PLUR would prevail in making a giant cuddle puddle of comfort in the back. But lack of personal space eventually succeeded in creating a dark brooding air which grew stagnant. Poor Z, he missed his mother so. I did my best to comfort him, even though he didn't really seem to like any of us.  I think most of the others hated him, especially since I, the fearless Leader(?) Was giving him so much attention and simply that I had made the last minute decision to bring him along.  But Honestly the others could go fuck themselves, thought I. Even if there was to a degree, delusion surrounding my love for Z, I made him a mirror of affection which was among my only solace when the others started bitching. Sorry, I should really say some good things about the trip.  It wasn't all bad, about 20 percent of it ranks among the most fun i've ever had.  the points where we stopped to explore San Fran and the Beaches of LA and Peters house were a great time.  The actual ride had some good moments too, we shared a pretty common bond over music, we listened to Timestretch by Bassnectar a million times, and even then it didnt get old. He really is one of the best... I had a religious experience when I saw him at Paradiso later that month. But back to Z, I was going through another sort of rebellious phase that summer where I decided that I was more Beast than man. Even though I loved my group of friends, misanthropy was brewing within me and i didn't prohibit it. WAIT... Sorry, I don't really want to continue writing about this right now, it kinda brought my vibe down to a sort of melancholy level that makes energized writing difficult. I'll try to come back to it later. Anyways, I had initially started doing this post to proclaim my love for my new adopted kitten, Hixxy.  But I had to give some background on my overall obsession with Cats, which started long ago, but of which Z was an important rekindling.  I really do love that boy Z. He has always been so well behaved, gentle, loving, voracious, albeit somewhat detached from me more than I had hoped he'd ultimately be. He does show me the occasional act of affection.  Most of the times I'll just be really clingy and grab him and start messing around with him trying to get him to bite and scratch the shit out of my arm.  Because that sort of violent attention is better than no attention.  On the times where he is really warm and friendly it makes me the happiest and proudest boy in the world.  Alas, he's almost a year old now, living with my Family back in Yelm.  I, however, am now located in Pensacola, Florida, where the Navy has me awaiting flight school. I probably will not see Z for several months, which not long ago would have made me really depressed. However, Z has matured, I can see, into a sort of Man Cat. And bless his soul, he still acts kittenish in many respects, from his high pitched meow to the way he lets me pick him up by the scruff, and I think a lot of it is indeed because he loves me, and knows how happy these things make me. Oh Z, I miss you and will think about you every day. I hope that mom and dad will let you outside to play, which I know you love so much. Even though you go nuts chattering over the birds outside, you seem so gentle and I don't know if you'd ever end up killing one except out of necessity. The more you think about it the more I realize many of my traits have been imprinted on to you. There is indeed what I believe to be a universal consciousness. Our brains are like fine tuned radio antennas, and I think that I've hijacked your frequency in my obsession with you. Even the aloofness from much petting, which saddens me at times, is a trait which I myself would so express in your position. I'll be back for you, Z. I promise.  Ahh, Hixxy, so I've only been down in Pensacola for a week and I've already adopted a kitten.  I got lucky enough to find a place with Dylan Kelly, and Brendan Bradley (who will sadly be leaving for Corpus Crispy in 5 days) two fellow aviators who live in a house that is rather pet friendly. Dylan like electronic music and notably Happy Hardcore :D Also, Dylan has a 15 week old Siberian Husky named Sammy, who reminds me a lot of Link in her insatiable prodding for attention. SO I felt kinda homesick, and figured a kitten would change that.  I hit up craigslist and found a woman named Ann who was giving away 3 six week old kittens for a 5 dollar adoption fee. I went over, and after carefully considering the litter, picked the runt. She is a slightly haggard, but exceedingly cute black and white baby, with a sort of dairy cow pattern of coat.  She is waayyyyy more complacent, comfortable, and chill than Z.  Mostly when she is left alone will she start crying.  She seems to disregard pain, or danger. She is always itching to jump from pretty significant heights and will not run away from Sammy who has already clawed and bitten her a few times. She has a small appetite but luckily I have managed to coax her into eating some canned kitten food, stimulating some respectable bowel movements. She follows me around as if I were her mother, and perches on my shoulder like a parrot. SHE IS SO DAMN CUTE. I took her to the store with me today and as expected she was quite popular. I think she is an aquarius- pisces cusp.  The realization has humbled me into being quite thankful for all the love she receives and gives. I come More and More to believe the Gaia Hypothesis.  I have been meditating a great deal on this chunk of azurite/Malachite I got in Seattle before I left. My third eye feels positively electrified. I think that maybe Hixxy's arrival might have made Sammy sick, the poor thing. Maybe there is too much stimulation going on what with me and the cat moving in, Bradley leaving soon, and Dylan's family visiting from Virginia. Tons of energy flowing in this new house of mine. Carly is taking care of her tonight, that should help.  Well damn I'm near spent from this sprint of writing.  I'll possibly edit it later to elaborate on my theories and perhaps anecdotes. I love you, and thanks for reading this.

Cheers,
Niguel
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