I'm not a big fan of cats for the most part. They make my face get all snotty and my eyes water. They poop in the house and they don't really care about people. If you were to drop dead, and the cat were hungry, it would eat you with out remembering all the nice things you did for it.
That being said, when I met my wife Anna, she came with some cat baggage. "Beastly" and "Lucy". Beastly was a big black tom cat. His head was like a bowling ball and his eyes were tough, tender and full of personality. He was a special cat and we ended up getting really tight.
About two years ago Beastly was freed from this mortal coil by a pack of coyotes up by Bidwell Park. He even managed to gouge one of their eyes out before he went down. Knowing Beastly like I did, this was the most appropriate and noble way for him to die. Yes, I cried.
Last night I listened to a sample I recorded of his purr about 3 years ago. I had been working on my 3rd ambient piece for a few hours and was over it. It was really late at night and I thought maybe if I listened closely enough, and dissected the audio enough, I could hear messages from Beastly on "the other side". Well I didn't, but I did end up with a cool little sound design piece.
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