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September 7, 2005
The Story of Bodega Boy
Bodega Boy got his name because he was promised to the local deli on the corner. These delis are called Bodegas here in New York City, in this neighborhood, which was very Spanish in the Westside Story era. Bodega is the Spanish name for, well, deli but that's Jewish, also very New York. Bodega is Spanish for little grocery store or at least that's what I believe.
Anyway when BB was 6 months old he went to his new home. the next day I went to see how he was and the counter guy said "Please take that kitten back home." He has been crying all day and night, so they had to put his cage down in the basement.
When he saw me, he started screaming and my heart just broke, so I didn't even take the 5 minutes to go get a carrier. I took little BB and put him in my jacket and held him close because the streets are busy here and my heart was just pounding and so was his.
When I got him back to the studio where his mommy was, you never saw such a happy kitten. He literally leaped for joy! Boing, boing!
When he got full grown, he was twice his mommy's size and still the mommy's boy but Delila wanted nothing to do with this goofy son of hers so he used to have to chase her to try to get affection.
But alas poor BB never got enough affection from his mommy. So we make up for that with ice cream and homages, to our great goofy gentleman; full of love and paranoia!
His mommy, Delila, well that is another story; very sad but with the joy of 5 beautiful little kittens. Delila was such a good mommy. I was always impressed by her devotion and dedication to taking care of this motley crew.
She had been left in an apartment, only 150 square feet small, with 8 other cats. I brought her to my studio and had to hide and re-hide for the next two weeks. She wouldn't eat and I begged her to come out.
Finally I discovered that she was probably pregnant and yes a month later she had 5 little rat cats! I found them all great homes, including Delila. I wanted to keep her too. She was so special but in a cruel twist of fate, Delila did NOT like BB and because of that BB use to chase her around and it made Delila a nervous wreck.
So I found Delila a special home, where she could live just by herself with TWO humans to wait on her hand and foot. She got fat and content and is finally living the life she has always deserved.
I truly love my kitty buddies but I have had to stop the rescue efforts. I found out the hard way that they don't like to live in large groups with each other and as long as I keep them to 3 to an apartment, the animosity is kept to a minimum! They have such opinions!
Posted by photocartoonist at September 7, 2005 2:12 PM