September 29, 2019

Hi gang if you saw my last post you know that me long time friend and writing partner Flounder is no longer with us. I thought today I would retell his life story so her goes. In May of 2000 Flounder was born in New Jersey at a place called Brendon Byrne Arena. I’m pretty sure it’s not there any more but at the time it was home to the New Jersey Devils ice hockey team and the New Jersey Nets basketball team. The story goes he was found by Martin Brodeur the goalie for the Devils Martin was recently eleced into the Hockey Hall of Fame so he was pretty famous. He didn’t keep flounder but instead turned over to a Vet. Flounder then was adopted twice and returned twice. It seemed he was a feral cat. Feral cats are more like wild cats than the cute cuddly ones seen in pet stores. He ended up at the MT. Pleasant Animal Shelter which is a no kill facility. That meant that if no one adopted him he wouldn’t be killed. Well I saw his picture on the Internet while looking for a cat of my own. Something about him just made me like him of course I knew nothing of his history at the time. I went to the shelter and was brought into a room with 20 or 30 cats running around. I immediately spotted him on the floor playing with another cat. I went over and he let me rub his belly and I told the attendant I wanted him. I was brought into another room where I was to have a private session with him. He was an entirely different cat then, he wouldn’t let anybody pick him up he just cried and scratched the heck out of the attendants arms. When they came back they thought I would no but instead I said yes and he was put into a carrier to go home. He was not happy about this and cried and scratched at the carrier all the way. When I got home and let him out h e ran around until he found my bedroom closet where he hung out and hid for a year and a half. He would venture out at night but if you tried to pet him or pick him up you did so at your own risk. Then on day he came out and discovered the living room and its windows at first he would just sit on the window sill then I got him a window seat. He still wasn’t into being handled but at least he was out and about. He would sit in that window and make little sounds at the birds who were out at the feeder I maintained. He never once tried to get at them through the screen, he’d just sit there and they would sit there and if I didn’t know better they were having conversations. Soon came the squirrel, I named him grumpy, he would climb up on this bush outside the window and eat seeds and Flounder and him would just stare at each other for hours. If one was there and the other was not they would get upset and make noise until the other showed up. There was also a chipmunk who would sneak up and run across the screen and Flounder would jump at the screen and I would have to help him off. The chipmunk would just sit there and chatter away. Around this time I met my wife too be Ruby and Flounder decided he like people at least us. About three years latter we decided to move to Colombia so she could take care of her grandchild and I could retire. Flounder and Hari became close friends and I decided to start writing this blog. Flounder was always there and he decided to help. We originally wrote about his adventures in Colombia but as we settled down we decided to write about our opinions. Then one day Flounder started to get old he was 19 and we all kind of knew he wasn’t going to see 20, he was still helping me write the blog right up till the end. He got very sick and stopped eating I knew what had to be done I didn’t want my friend of 18 years to suffer. We took him to the vet and he weighed 4 lbs and he couldn’t walk right and the vet said there was nothing they could do. So rather than have him suffer just so I could keep him around we put him to sleep. I decided to keep the name of the blog as Flounders Great adventure or the immediate future. His Facebook page is still Flounder the cat, and if you Google Flounder the cat you will see a couple of pictures of him. I want you guys to know the two hardest thing I’ve ever had to do were to put my friend to sleep and write this piece. This is Fats saying CIAO for Flounder from Medellin Colombia.

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