It’s with a heavy heart, I write my goodbye to my little cabin in the woods, and more importantly to my cats. About a month ago, Romeo disappeared. The last thing he left me was the tail of a squirrel and since he always stayed by my side, I’m convinced that his last fight with said squirrel left him with a killer bite.
I seem to inherit cats who like to fight. My childhood cat, Big Boy, was such a cat. He seem to always have some sort of a wound which my mom would doctor. The next door dog was his nemesis.
Now I have Romeo. Dear Romeo. Sometimes I stare at Romeo and Pippin in wonderment. I’m amazed at how animals have personality. I remember the first time I took Romeo in after a fight. I asked the vet, “Do you think he will do this again?” Dr. Duke replied, “Probably.”
I realized then this was just Romeo’s personality. He’s a killer and a fighter. He jumped the jump that made the vet and his assistant go, Sut yaut! (cool!) when trying to escape the room (he did). He is forever going places he shouldn’t (like my laundry) and now with all these new cats in the neighborhood, I fear he’s going to keep defending the honor of the home and land.
Well, there is a lot I need to do before I go to work. Here’s Dr. Duke’s phone number: 089.758.8186 He’s gentle with the animals, speaks good English and is located inside the moat, close to Wat Phra Sing.