Monday, December 8, 2008

That Something Extra

He was born in Brooklyn. Part of a large family, nobody took much notice of him. We first met when he was lounging around a loading dock. Everybody said he was destined for a life of vagrancy and petty crime, but we could see he had that something extra.

As he got older he developed certain eccentricities, like eating with his hands and flicking light switches on and off. Sometimes he kind of looked like Elvis, and there’s no denying he loved food. Bigger than average, for a brief period he took to parading around in a gold lamé cape.

Then he moved to Nashville. Maybe he thought he could make it in country music. That didn’t happen, but he discovered nature. He’d go out exploring. Got beat up bad one time, when he ventured over by the fairgrounds. After that he stuck closer to home. He spent a lot of his days looking out windows, but other times he was running all over the place. He alternated between keeping us amused and driving us crazy.

There was a brief period when he lived in Alabama. The less said about that the better. Things improved, strangely enough, with a move to Cleveland. But apartment living wasn’t really his style - too isolated.

When the day came that our crew all went their separate ways it made sense for him to head back to Brooklyn, where he’d started from. He made some new friends and began settling into comfortable late middle age. There was brief talk of checking out the scene in France but he was getting a little old for any more big changes and, smart as he was, he didn’t speak French.

He moved in with the owner of a shop in Williamsburg, right near the bridge. He liked hanging out there, charming the customers and living large, the way he always had. And that’s where he died last month, at the age of 14.

R.I.P. James “Jimmy VI” the Cat. We loved him.

Hazel & James 1999

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very tender. Our own cat passed away a bit over two years ago. Righteous, willful and beloved.

the sandwich life said...

ohhhh.....Rest in peace indeed James... Cats with great character are to be treasured.

thanks for your kind comment on my blog...found you via Peter Holsapple's blog and now am officially hooked....and it also reminded me to pull your albums out and listen to them again. You very kindly got me through a long drive last week. I hope London was kinder to you for the rest of your trip....

Adrien Seybert said...

This is the cat with the gold cape that was mentioned in a story about you eons ago. Awwwww. RIP Jimmy.

amy said...

You're right Adrien! I was just racking my brain trying to remember what story...it was by Kim France (now editor of Lucky mag) in Spin. Wow. I remember she also talked about how Hazel loved the Spice Girls. Oh how things change.

thanks all, for the kind thoughts.