Chinstrap (2005-2006)

He never came home. We thought that he was out hunting. He sometimes did this during the nights. During the days he would lie inside, his favorite place behind the black ottoman along the wall. He would stretch out, and let his white belly be tickled. He slept in the garage during winter. We gave him the better food. Yesterday, we let the other cats in to finish off the remains. Chinstrap would always wait by the fridge, and jump for treats. He would play with his little pet mouse or watch us spin tops across the linoleum. We laughed when curled up on his favorite chair, the one Shane sits on for supper. It has a great view out the window. But there is nothing to hope for anymore, no waiting for the black and white prodigal son to come waddling down the driveway. The waiting is over, and now it is time to mourn.

Chinstrap digs under the pumpkins while his friend, Catalanato, looks at the camera.

Post Script: I have created a video montage of Chinstrap which can be viewed by following the link to Myspace (Listen to Adam's Music) on the sidebar. Click on the video link there.