Danny the cat to the rescue

Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2016 16:29:57 -0400
From: “N.A. Booko”
Subject: Danny to the rescue . . .

Early in August 2000, a small tick/ flea infested red Persian cat adopted me.
I am guessing he was 5-7 months old. That was my Danny. Wonderfully healthy long haired boy. Then the horror! Late one night I found him near the front door, a broken back leg. A bad break. The jagged bone was exposed. I bandaged, made a split as best as I could. Long story short, his leg was saved- to the tune of nearly $3,000.00. Dr. Bonnie did a fantastic job.

Danny has always been a loving and attentive cat. He seems to know when I’m not feeling well. And, when I sing, he becomes even more concerned.  If I am in the house and belting out ‘I’m Gonna Love You Come Rain or Shine”, he starts walking circles around the room or heads for the door.

If outside, and I put forth my rendition of “Rock-a-Bye Your Baby” he rushes up to me, meowing at the top of his lungs as if to say “Are you dying?” “Please put a stopper in it, please?”

He never meows “Break a leg”-  neither of us want to relive that nightmare . . .

N.A. Booko

N.A. Booko lives, writes in Chatham County and frequently clogs the local airways with old time favorites- belted out in keys and tones that no modern device can decipher