I live at Annette Street and Durie Street. The closest major intersection is Runnymede Road and Annette Street. If you have seen this cat PLEASE email essayelf@gmail.com, or call/text 416.992.4299.
I will be forever in your debt.
My beloved cat Cookie ran away 80 hours ago. He is an indoor cat. It was a cold and rainy night a few nights ago and I am extremely concerned about his health and safety, He doesn’t have a microchip and I am quite worried about his ability to survive? I am also extremely worried that someone in the neighbourhood will spot him and take him home.
I got Cookie the day after my ex-wife moved out of our apartment. We have a terrifically strong bond and I just can’t understand why he ran away. When my ex-wife A___ and I divorced we had 2 cats, Moon and Church (I’d wanted to name the latter California but was overridden, as I was in most things in our marriage. Call me petty, but California is a way better name for a cat with a long, sleek body that geographically mimics the state. But we went with Church because the cat in Stephen King’s Pet Sematary is named Winston Churchill for his portly dimensions, Of course, nobody in the novel calls him Winston Churchill. They simply call him Church, which makes them sound like a bizarre Seventh-Day Adventist Church Group. But I didn’t care. Moon was the one I loved and I was was supposed to get him, while A___ took Church.
Then, at the last minute,A___ reneged on our deal and decreed she’d be taking both cats because of my substance problem. Never mind that I’d taken fine care of m. old. roommates cat Patsy back in 2016, A___ had now decided i was an irresponsible pet owner. I had zero legal recourse because all cats and dogs and animals, in the eyes of the law, are property, not people. So A___ got Moon and there was nothing I could do about it. I visited Moon a few times in the fall. of 2020 and it was painfully obvious that he missed me and I missed him. But A___ didn’t give a shit
1.0 MOON, MY BELOVED CAT FROM LATE DECEMBER 2017-JULY 15 2020, THE DAY MY MARRIAGE COLLAPSED
Here are some adorable photos of Moon, starting with the cat beard photo:
Moon liked to sleep on a chair on my side of the bed so he could wrap his paws around my hands. It was adorable.
Moon and I used to nap together as often as possible.
On a scale of 1-10, I loved Moon an 8.5. This is my all-rime favourite photo of him, He’s wearing my t-shirt and looks like a Pope Cat. I laughed so hard I cried and nearly choked. Thereafter I referred to him as Pope Cat, dispensing wisdom while donning his Catholic cardinal garb.
2.0 ONWARD TO COOKIE. MY VERY OWN CAT THAT A SELF-ABSORBED & SELFISH EX-WIFE CAOULD NOT TAKE AWAY FROM ME. ONLY THE UNIVERSE COULD DO IT.
^ This is a photo of the very first day I got him.
Cookie always guarded my back. In bed, he’d face outward toward the door to ward off potential intruders.
This is a photo of Cookie standing in front of 2 cardboard cut outs. I think his superiority is amply established. I still love Moon. Church was a jerk. But if I don’t get Cookie back I will consider suicide.
^ This was 15 seconds after I met Cookie in August 2020. I was still on the fence as to whether I’d name him Cookie or Snarf.
^ This was 18 seconds after I met him in August 2020. I was still on the fence as to whether I’d name him Cookie or Snarf.
This was our first sleepover in mid-August 2020. The first night he slept in my bed. I would KILL to have him back in my bed tonight, or any other night for that matter.
Cookie helping me sook at 1 month old.
Here’s a video of Cookie.If it doesn’t work, I’ll post it on the next article: https://www.facebook.com/reel/741515101018567