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sadTopic: "Sorcerer's Apprentice"
Frodo associates great memories with Halloween. Walt Disney's animated film, starring Mickey Mouse, "The Sorcerer's Apprentice" is one such memory. Dressing Lovey, the phenomenally patient border collie, in all manner of costumes for all the children in the Shire is particularly precious. However, the arrival of the appropriately named Punkin' on Halloween Eve is probably that which means the most to Sam, and thus to Frodo.
The telephone rang for Sam. It was the neighbor seeking Sam's assistance with a kitten that was at her back door, crying, lost and alone in the dark. The neighbor explained to Sam that she was allergic to feline fur, but it was so pitiful, and she was worried that it might come to harm amidst the goblins and ghouls who prowl the Shire on All Hallow's Eve. Sam is ever ready for just such an emergency.
It was the smallest cat, not just because it was a kitten, it was small in structure. She had a collar about her neck, and a tag with a number. The reverse of the tag identified the local humane society. Sam called the humane society, and was told that a kitten so numbered had been adopted less than 48 hours ago by the residents who lived across the street. Sam called the number given by the humane society and came into contact with the owner, who informed Sam that he had left the house and did not care what happened to the rest of the residents, much less the cat.
Given that it was Halloween, Frodo thought that Punkin' would be an adequate moniker for the newest resident of the Shire.
Punkin' never went outside again. There is a bond in femininity which links that which appears to be a bit smaller, and silkier, and somehow above all that goes on about. Sam and Punkin' would nap together, or discuss the daily bargain on the Home Shopping Network, or watch the rain while the stereo played softly in the background. Things that girls do, while they drink hot tea, supposes Frodo. Sam would always belong to Punkin', and all the rest of us were merely pieces of furniture.
Kidneys are not strong in small cats, and Punkin's gave out after just about a decade and a half. She lays with all the subjects who preceeded her into the hallowed ground of the garden. Frodo thinks of Punkin' on this the anniversary of her first visit to the Shire, and there is a shadow by the front window. Two small ears stand erect, and a tail swishes back and forth in time with the music. Classical music it is.
Posted by loveysdaddyga
at 8:56 PM EST
Updated: Wednesday, November 2, 2005 9:00 PM EST
