This is a "legacy" blog. The legacy being my favorite black cat, Dexter, who died on December 25, 2011 ten minutes before midnight at the age of 19.

He was funny, loving, sassy, and a rescue cat from Muffin's Pet Listings in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. He lived in five places in his life: born in Park Slope, where his first human couldn't keep him, and then he came to me near Shore Road in February 1994. He was 14 months when I got him. We lived in three more Brooklyn apartments before I lost everything in the recession and relocated to my mom's house (his human Grandmom) in Florida. It was the first time he played on grass, saw lizards, blue birds up close, had access to squirrels and ducks. It was also the first time he had fleas. Humid weather and old cats don't mix well. But he was happy.

He laid down on a white blanket one more time between the tv and the Christmas tree before he took his last breath. I wasn't there when he was born, but I was there for every minute up to his final moments.

A finer, lovelier, funnier feline has never existed. I love you, Mr. Boo. I miss you every day.

Every black cat I see (and maybe forever) makes me think of you.

These were his "words." I lost access to this blog in 2009. Now I have it back. That's why it hasn't been updated. I'm going to leave it the way it is, here for everyone to enjoy.

A cat's life. A cat's thoughts. Dexter "Cat" Mr. Boo Gordon, December 19, 1992 - December 25, 2011. A fine life.

Meowy Krissmuss

I shuddn't be cute, but I am. hss hss hssss laff riot!

The big green tree is upp with lites and I sleepe under it. Verree reelakkseen.

Rehrehh is happy agin. Granmom is heer, too. I dont knoo her nayme, shees just Granmom. A biggr vershun of Rehrehh. No biggee, she letz me jump on the cowch. Obveeusly a cat persun, too. Yay for me!

Kashi the brat has takin Poof's spot on the cowch. I'll haff to knok her off later today. Brat.

It's almust Noo Yeers! 2007, I just turnt 14. I'm an Elder now. Who is this Dikk Clarkk persun...I'll ask Granmom later.

bye!

love
dexter

Itz Almost Turkee Tyme!

hello.

this is dexter.

Miss Muffins is gone. Ive lukked and she izn't heer aneemore. Rehrehh told me Poof wuldn't bee comeen home. Her bed is emptee, so I lay in it now. Onlee Kashee annoyz me on the Krissmuss box. Poof went to the Summerland wher Elder cats who haff passt go. Poofs mouse is neer the bed. I wont play with it, I promiss.

Thersday is turkee day. Rehrehh is haveen deeliffery. Shee hass ben in bed much laytely, sumtheen abut her leggs herting. My leggs hert sumtymes wen I try to jump on the wendoo, so I hope shee ken pikk me up still. We had sooshi on Saterday and it wuz fun! I like yelloo tayle fish. and the rice, too.

So, that'z my updayte. Itz ben a while, but I was waiteen for Poof. Now she'z gone.

16 is an elder gift.

Miss Muffinz

hello. this is dexter.

i haffn't ben arund for a wile, itz ben a gud summer. Reh rehh wuz whoopeen and hollereen last nite sence the pikture box wuz on. She told me iff a huhrikane ever happint, she wuld lift me in a bakpak and tayke me with her. thatz nyce.

In uther newz, Miss Muffinz is sikk. Lyke, not eateen or moveen sikk. Reh rehh is goeen to the vett this week with Poof. (thatz miss muffinz nikname.)

She told me Poof alwayz had trubble with her teeth sence her kittentyme. I also knoo that Fluffy, my predesesser, died becuz of his teeth. I dont knoo whut an absess is. I knoo what OBSESS is, sence i like catnip. maybee this is not the tyme fer joakes.
i'm sorree.

Reh rehh haz ben lyeen downe a lott laytely sence her back hurtz. i wunder if itz becuz she haz no tayle? why do too-leggerz not haff tayles...i haff always wundered this. so I jump up to stay by the pilloo. Reh rehh cant lift me all the tyme, i gess. i'm happee to haff a home, tho.

i hope Poof is ok. Is thee absess contaygess? i hope not. i dont lyke brusheen my teeth. i haff no thums.

I'll haff to ask Reh rehh. Raynee day, too. Tyme to napp, I gess.

by fer now!

love
dexter

Happee Berthday, Kashi!

Its Kashi's berthday tooday, shee's 4 yeers old! So I wont smakk her or bite her tayle.

I haffn't ben bloggeen beecauz I've ben lookeen at the sparroos in the treez and stayeen in the cool roome. Rehrehh put the cold box on and itz ben so hot laytely. Rehrehh gave us treets tooday for Kashi's berthday. We playd with streeng and it wuz fun.

I heerd that Julee and Q mooved frum Ohio to Kentuckee. Q, arr yoo okay? Do they haff sparroos wherre yoo are? Noo Yark sparroos are verry kwick and fly away. I want too ketch them, but Rehrehh wont let me outside. Shee sez that Im herr "boo" and iff shee lost mee, it wuld be horrebble. Sumtymes I thenk shee needes to lytenn up. Maybee sum catnip wuld help...

Aneeway, its gud to bee bakk and thenks forr all yoor kwestyuns. Bloggeen is funn!

Molly is Free!

Yay!

it's dexter. And I haff gud newz!

Molly the black cat--just lyke myselff--is free! She got out of the wall and is in gud helth. A nice man pullt her out sence her leggs wer stukk. All the sillee stuf lyke mice, kittenz, sardeens, and that god awfel noo age moozik didn't werk, it wuz a gud ole fashened too legger who pullt her out! I saw it on the pikkture box and meeowed with gleee!

Rehhreh cheert, too. She pikkt me up and huggt me. Effery one is goeen to visit Molly on Hudson Streete in Noo Yark Citee. I dont knoo wherre that is, sence Rehhreh doeznt tayke me on the trayn. It reminds me of Susie, so maybee itz better.

But tooday is Eester and that iz a nyce gifft for Molly's too legger. Whut a nyce theng! I heer she's eeteeng sardeens, so I wish her the besst. I preffer antchoffees. I hope the nooz keepz up with her storee. Black cats onlee get press arund Halloween, which is jusst rottin! We're more emportent than that.

Now whut is all thiss abote bunnees and eggz today? Paygen sumtheen or uther...whutever. Im jusst happee that there are sparoos nesteen in the tree akross the way and I can see them wiggel! Rehhreh keeps me away frum the windoo so I dont jump, but maybe later when she's not lookeen, hss hss hss...i'm so sneekee.

Anyway, say a whisker blesseen for Molly and Happy Eester.

(i still dont like bunnees tho.)

It's Spreeng!

hello.

this is dexter.

I'm back and itz ben fun. Rehhreh told me about eemails I wuz getteen. Well, she wuz getteen them, and told me. Hi, Q and Clark Gaybel!

Sence I usially talk on the fone, I did not knoo whut comments are. Rehhreh told me peeple of too and foor leggs want to make comments on my blogg! I'm so xsited.

I had Rehhreh tern on werd verifekation so no spamm happens. I don't knoo what spamm is, other then that slimee stuff in the metal can. Yuk! It has goop on it. I prefer baycon frum reel piggs, not imetaytion. Yuk, it maykes me wanneh kawf up hairballz.

Sparroos haff moved in akross the way in a big tree. I hert my nose jumpeen at the windoo agen. Owch! Berds, yarn, baycon. That's hevven. Oh, and I incloode Hallee Berry. Rehhreh told me she wuld not be doeen anuther CatWoman movie, but she will be in Xmen III. And weereen a black lether suit! I thenk I'm in luv all over agen. Now if Hallee cud breeng me a sparroo coverred in yarn with a syde of baycon? Well, I cud die a happee kittee. Lyke, rite there on the floor, paws up. I dont knoo how to werk the DeeVeeDee playeer, so I'll haff to ask Rehhreh to rent mee sum movees with Hallee in them.

ahh, it feelz gud to thenk abut Hallee.

Xcuze me, I haff to go lay in the sun and dreeme...

purrrr....

love
dexter