Brewer's Droop #281
ROCKY THE ROCKSTAR October 2020
This blog is rather different to my usual subject(s). A few may not agree but I think most readers will find it cheering and heartwarming.
Essentially this is a short account of what happened to our cat, Rocky, and the reactions to the event.
But firstly I want to say how thoroughly sick to death I am about reading and hearing about Covid news together with those vile people who steal our taxes, make stupid decisions and generally make us all feel miserable.
This axiomatically includes politicians (except for, perhaps, a handful of good ones). I don’t want to see another picture of one (even you Cyril and you’re not the worst – just surrounded by idiots).
Many people are making plans to leave the country, the favourite seeming to be the UK (while you can still get in – Australia and New Zealand you can forget). The problem is that Great Britain is probably making even worse decisions and their infection/recovery rates are not a patch on what we’re achieving here so far. In short the UK is a cock-up right now.
I’ve made a decision which I’ll close-off this section with because this blog is about Rocky so I’ll tell that first.
He is the gentlest, most handsome boy you’ve ever seen. Loves everyone and prefers being at home with us rather than out in the vineyards or exploring.
A couple of days ago he asked to go outside (yes, he does talk) which is what he does from time to time – but never longer than an hour or so.
Anyway, he didn’t come back. My wife kept a vigil most of the night, but no sign of him.
The next day she and my brother-in-law (Shane) did everything conceivable to try and find him. A notice was sent out to all the local What’sApp groups and Face Book groups within all the neighbouring area. Shane searched high and low for him all day.
We had a lot of consoling messages from many of these groups who had also forwarded the notice to other groups – probably hundreds, if not thousands of people. Messages flooded in and Rocky was the most famous cat in the Helderberg. We phoned Vets (obviously because he’s been microchipped) and animal organisations.
So we waited. The worst part was not knowing what had happened or where he was. A very sad day.
After 24 hours we were really worried.
Then, last night, after him being missing for 30 hours, at around 10:30pm, my wife decided to wait up a little longer “just in case”. To be honest I thought it was a waste of time but she was determined. She doesn’t give up – ever.
A few minutes later she heard him at the front door and there he was. He looked a little shaken and not vocal as he usually is. Anyway, he didn’t look injured but definitely not “himself”.
This morning he was taken to the Vet who said he was in pain and that was sorted immediately. He’s now having X-rays because they suspect his back hip may have been injured. Luckily it was nothing critical but he had been hurt.
The point of this story is that, sometimes, you feel you live in a cruel and evil world but there are hundreds and hundreds of truly kind people out there just like you and me. They have big hearts and are genuinely concerned about others. Really good people.
We can’t thank them enough.
Which leads me to the point of this story. I’m not leaving SA.
But I will try hard not to have anything to do with the doom and gloom. I’ve stopped reading about misery. Not reading anything except for those who write about my industry and a few online columnists whom I know or trust.
The rest just want headlines and, for the most part, I don’t trust their “news” either. And why, oh why, do we give so much publicity to such nasty people?
With that, Rocky is home safely and I’d rather sit quietly cuddled up with him. That’s my idea of an idyllic evening, talking to my cat.
Thanks for reading, and remember there are millions of really nice and peaceful people out there in this country. Smile hello to your neighbour.
Concentrate on the positives.
Chris (Please feel free to forward this link to anyone you think may be interested).