this is dunkel, officially, but in my head he is bucko: “listen, BUCKO, you’re gonna knock that over;” ”ok, BUCKO, my leg is NOT a tree!” when he wasn’t being the most anarchistic and stubborn little beast i ever met, he was the most loving, most attentive, most idiosyncratically charming feline to walk the planet.
he was mine for four days until a severe allergy forced me to return him. i wept as i handed him over. i wept in short bursts for a week. i got choked up when i scanned this picture.
i sometimes joke that i will become a crazy cat lady when i’m old. but i know it isn’t true. i don’t even understand people who fill a house with cats. as much as i love them, i have only truly bonded with three in my lifetime. one was a farmcat i had as a teenager for about 2 years who was somehow poisoned. the second was the cat i spent my entire adult life with; he traveled across the us and back with me. the third was dunkel/bucko, with whom i shared only four beautifully turbulent days. i miss him.