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Yesterday, I promised to post some pictures from the life of Royce, the cat who was always searching for love. Well, if I do what I was intending to do, this post will not be up for awhile, for I feel rather drained at the moment and lack the energy to do it. So, for now, I am just going to a post a few of the many black and white images that I took of him before I started shooting digital and hence, color. I will pretty much let the pictures tell the stories themselves.
Here is Royce, as a very young kitten, finding love with his "Uncle" Clyde.
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In the first spring of his life, Royce decided that he wanted to be a sailor and sail the seven seas of the world. With a little assistance from Lisa, he set out to do so, but his boat wobbled, he paniced and jumped out.
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Soon, he got his courage back. Royce returned to his boat, raised his own tail to use for a sail, caught the wind and then ventured off to explore the world.
He returned with many wonderful stories to tell and he told, always using but one word:
"Meow."
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There used to be an old spool in the backyard. We made many uses of it, from rocket-launching pad to picnic table.
Royce made pretty good use of it, too.
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Royce loved his dandelions. They matched his fur and his mane. Often, he would sit in them looking just like a king.
Royce, the Dandelion King.
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One day an intruder by the name of Happy came from the house next door to invade Royce's dandelion kingdom. Royce was not happy.
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Royce hissed and he growled and he snarled and he drove that intruder right out.
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Royce loved it when the dandelions went to seed, because then he could leap into the air, catch the breeze, and drift about with the little parachutes.
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Royce drifts over the dandelions.
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Down he comes.
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Off he walks.
That's my boy.
Royce C. Boy.
That's what I often called him, "Roycie Boy."
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One day, Caleb felt melancholy and went out to sit on the porch. Royce saw him, went out and sat down by him so that they could be melancholy together. That's what a cat who always seeks love does - he gives love and so gets love.
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During the time of construction of our addition, a carpenter left a ladder against the house. Royce climbed that ladder, to see what the world looked like from up there.
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Melanie saw him, grew worried and went up to rescue her beloved cat. Royce would not be rescued. As the late Willow observed, he began the trip down the ladder all by himself.
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Royce descends the ladder.
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On the night of her Senior Prom, it was Royce who had the honor to dance first with my beautiful daughter, Melanie. Make no mistake, Melanie was Royce's girl.
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During the time of the Miller's Reach Fire, when the flaming forest burned down 300 homes and buildings and we nervously watched the advancing smoke, Royce remained calm. He and the late Little Guy took a walk into and out of the marsh, which had pretty much dried up from the almost constant and unusual heat of that summer.
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Royce and me, as photographed by Melanie.
There is no picture of me that I like better than this one. When I had a show go up in the atrium of the Anchorage Museum of History and Art, this is the photo that I chose to go with it.
Royce and me, together.
I will see if I can get the second post, the color post, up before the day is over. When I do, because I promised I would, I will at least tell the story of how Royce saved Jacob from getting a speeding ticket.