Somebody went missing!

 

Somebody was friendly.

Somebody was good with people.

Somebody was beautiful. 

Somebody loved food.

Somebody loved sitting with me in the sunshine. 

Somebody enjoyed long walks in the field.

Somebody waited for me by the door.

Somebody wasn't especially bright.

But we loved Somebody, anyway.

Somebody was always rolling around just waiting for you to love her.

Somebody was the purrr-fect example of a zen master.

Somebody could relax in almost any situation.

Somebody was a mighty hunter.

Somebody was comfortable sleeping outside, and just about anywhere.

Somebody liked mice, and birds.

Somebody had dandelion tuft whiskers that were like little white wispy feathers growing out of her face. 

Somebody was mostly black, with a lovely white collar.

Somebody was a good cat.

Somebody adopted some kittens that weren't her own.

Somebody loved goat's milk, but she could never figure out how to open her mouth like the other cats to get milk with ease.

Somebody got her name when I realized that when somebody wanted somebody to blame, it seemed a gross habit to look around for, "somebody to blame."A sin eater. 

 I decided that it was better we blame somebody than a person. As she was chill with anything.

 

Hence whenever someone in my house, said, "Somebody did this, that or the other." I mentally would just be like, yep, "the cat did it. Oh well..."

 But Somebody went missing.

I'm not sure where Somebody went. Probably heaven. Maybe it was her time because she had so many sins heaped on her, and being the "Somebody" scapegoat. It was just too much, and the weight of her unfair burden used up her nine lives all in this one.

 

Right before Somebody went missing, I noticed she liked to follow me to the chicken coup, then she'd creep on top of my greenhouse roof, and spy on me while I watered my plants---that's located adjacent the chicken coup.

That day I filmed her, and I'm glad I got this little video, as a memory of Somebody.

After she went missing I told my mom that Somebody was missing. She looked at me confused.

"Who?"

"Somebody! Gee, I really liked Somebody. I think she died."

"What? Who?"

"Somebody? Remember, my cat?"

"Oh..."

 Anyhow. This post is dedicated to "Somebody."

And to all the Somebody's that feel like nobodies. And the Somebody's who are the black cats, and sin eaters of the family. But mostly just perr-fectly yourself, and happy to be so. Not minding you're if your Somebody, or anybody in particular. Just doing your thing, bewiskered, and free, following your original blueprint with ease.

I hope you know you are very much, Somebody.