|Cassius and I lived in 9 different apartments together over 13 years.|
This past summer, the day before we had to put him down, Cassius Clay, The Greatest Kitty of All Time, caught a mouse.
Technically, the mouse ran right into him as he was lounging around in the liriope. But still, he chased it and caught it fair and square, pinning it to the sidewalk by its tail.
Even at death's door, he was still a bonafide attack cat. No mouse would be tolerated running through The Greatest Kitty of All Time's liriope.
Say what you want about
|Cassius had several favorite iPad games and videos, including the bird feeder video. He also liked the squeaky cries for help that the iPad mice let out when they were 'caught.'|
The next day we told him he'd soon be going to kitty heaven because of the tumor in his mouth.
We described to him the miles and miles of grass there was to eat in kitty heaven; how numerous the lawns were that kitties could trespass on; the stacks of ponytail holders that just sit and wait to be batted around; and how there is all the turkey and gravy baby food that a kitty could want.
At that point he hadn't eaten in five days. The tumor had severely distorted his jaw and left his tongue dangling outside of his mouth at all times. He drooled constantly.
Regardless, he remained a true threat to all mice and ponytail holders... when he wasn't asleep in a shoe box.
The Greatest of All Time
Cassius was no ordinary house cat. He enjoyed several careers in his nine lives, including serving as the hush puppy frier at Long John Silvers when he was a teenager. Unfortunately, he was fired for smoking cat nip before his management dreams came true.
After that he started his own limo service, Top Cat Rides. He worked the night shift driving partying alley cats to and fro, which explains why he slept all day and was always groggy. He especially loved wearing the little limo driver's hat and bowtie. (Very handsome.)
Later in life he became quite the outdoorsman, begging to be let outside where he always followed the same pattern - he jumped off of the porch, snaked behind the big evergreen bush, had a grass snack in the neighbors' yard and then headed to back to our yard where he would lounge in the liriope.
|'All of the mice! All of the yards! All of the porches!'|
For hobbies, he enjoyed criticizing neighborhood dogs - I saw him laughing at a greyhound once, which he said was the weirdest dog he'd ever seen - downloading apps on his iPad and offering his opinion, without being asked, on blog copy.
|'It's ok. I've read better. Is there any Cat Sip in the kitchen?'|
He was also a convincing liar. He once told Ray during an extended front porch petting session that he was a physicist. (There is no way this is true as he was 'held back' in kindergarten at least five times.)
Even with all of these achievements, his crowning moment was catching that mouse.
He was preceded in death by his frenemy, Cassady Daugherty, (RIP Cassie), and is survived by his mom and dad, Gina and Ray, and two little brothers he didn't meet, Hunter S. Tomcat and Chuck Norris.
|Frenemies: Cassady Daugherty in the box; Cassius Clay horning in.|
He went peacefully into that great good night with his mom and dad rubbing his head and ears, just the way he liked.
His final request was that we not forget to mention the mouse. Also, he would like to let aluminum foil - that noisy, terrifying, substance of evil - know that it can go straight to hell.
Until next time, Cassius Clay.