I love my cat

ClemsonTiger1988®

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I loved a cat once.

Dec 29, 2022, 6:20 AM

Mama cat was a natural woman. Something women in the 1960s admitted they aspired to be. She was elusive and mysterious. Complete and absolutely independent and without the annoyingly familiar behavior of a tame cat.

She was came around the house back 20 yrs ago right after my brother traded the '85 Sedan 380 Benz for my 240D. She and I ignored each other. I figured she was a nuisance waiting to happen and suspected she had the same opinion of me.

I protested when the kids left food for her on the porch and Mamacat expressed her wrath over my protest by putting a squirrel on the steps. I reckoned that because I was not a nice guy back in those days and took most everything wrong. There was that and the fact that Mamacat was hard to read, unlike tame cats who had that natural instinct to rub the smell of their pisz all over you to let the world know you was her bit ch.

She and I tolerated one another for years. She went her way and I went mine. My way was to set out what I called kitty coolade, a concoction of tuna in oil and antifreeze for the local critters who left paw prints and urine stains/stenches on my black Mercedes Benz. I believe their fate wasn't worse than mine. They died early but without the pain of enduring the most horrible stench on the planet. Did I say I was not a nice guy back then?

Our toleration for one another became more than obvious after the 380 MB engine jumped timing. I had the entire front of the engine in a basket in the wood room with the rest of the car sitting under the walnut tree aside the house. If you know how to work the hood on an MB you can position it perfectly vertical. It goes straight up and completely out of the way if you're working anywhere in the engine bay.

I never left one sitting in that position overnight because I didn't want to expose it to the prospective damage the wind might cause the hinges and springs. The labor of replacing that timing chain, doing a valve job on the heads and evaluating the damage and finding replacement part took months.

In order to shorten an already too long story too late: Mamacat suffered with me. She climbed up onto the firewall of that car without touching the black exterior paint. She jumped up on the rail above the headlights and walked back across the inner fender to get there. Day after day she laid there and helped me evaluate each challenge I faced and had great influence on the decisions I made. Neither of us ever spoke a word I can remember.

The aszhole who lived two doors down, the one who said that car would never run again was, 9 months later, the guy who drove it to the county line when mamacat and I left SC for refuge in Tennessee. She and I laughed about that for years. She died hating humans and I'll die hating cats.

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