Posted 09-21-2004 at 07:00:18
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His last ride ended before it really began. Some of you have followed the exploits of Huck, our adopted little yellow tom cat that showed up one morning on the court house lawn. One of the prisoners that clean the court house found Huck early one morning. Either he had been dropped or he had caught a ride with some one coming to town. I took Huck home and my wife made sure he got all his shots. He had found a permanent home.
Huck was definitely a country cat. He had no city ways or city looks. His feet were too big and his coat lacked luster. He never troubled himself much with grooming. Being a country cat, Huck liked to go into town when he could catch a ride. One rainy Saturday afternoon he caught a 20 mile ride to a movie and Wal-mart. The next Saturday, he rode out to Wal-mart in a different town. When he got to town, he would stay near the truck. He didn’t want to miss his ride back home. Country cats like a little excitement, I guess.
The best thing I remember about Huck is his tolerance for my grandboys. They could wag him around upside down and he wouldn’t fight. He just hung in there and persevered. I caught my Border Collie-mix once running across the yard with ole Huck hanging out of her mouth. He was limp as a dish rag and seemed to enjoy the trip. Huck was also a good eater. He would eat dry dog food and about anything he could find. I think he might have been hungry before he came to our house. Huck was a good-natured kitty.
The only bad thing about Huck was that he got the fireplace and his litter box mixed up. We had to remove all of the fake ashes from the fire place and banish Huck to the front porch. I guess his exile to the front porch ultimately caused his demise. I think he learned to hide from that worrisome dog by climbing up into the trucks in the yard.
This morning when I started my truck, I heard an awful racket and saw some fur flying. I turned the key off as soon as I could, knowing what I would find when I opened the hood. Huck was lying on the bottom of the fan shroud and in shock. He died a few minutes later. My truck motor smells like…………well, you can guess. I shrouded Huck in a triple 13 fertilizer bag and buried him out near the garden where he liked to help us pick peas and beans.
Huck never drew a hungry breath after he came to live with us. He was vaccinated and wormed. He had his bad eye treated twice at the vets. He wasn’t pretty, but we forgot that and saw his inner charm and beauty.
After I buried Huck, I started my truck to go to work and felt a vibration in the steering wheel even before I put my truck into drive. I got out and checked. One of the fan blades is broken where it hit Huck. I’m glad that he didn’t suffer long.