One Cool Cat
Posted in The Journey on May 17th, 2007 by John BartonMy cat Sundance was recently killed by a vicious attack from a wandering dog. I always dreaded that he would meet a violent end as I let him roam as he wished. He was under the care of my good friends Sarah and JC Chapman and they are quite torn up about it. Sundance had settled in well at their home and they had become quite attached to him. I couldn’t have left him with two better people. Unfortunately they also lost another cat to the same fate a few weeks earlier. Salem, a cat that Sarah had brought from England.
I want to share my memories of Sundance and give a biography and eulogy to a soul who was a comfort and amusement during our time together.
Shortly after I came back to the United States from Germany I opened a workshop in Greeley, Colorado. One day I had the idea that it would be nice to have a cat for the workshop. So I went to the pound and Sundance was the first cat who came right up to me. So I took him in the meeting room and he was cautious but curious and unafraid. He warmed up to me right away so that was that. The pound estimated that he was at least three years old.
When I got him back to the workshop I let him loose and he bolted right away. I let him go as he needed time to explore his surroundings. But then I didn’t see him all day and I began to get worried. I searched the whole place and still didn’t find him. I set some food out and figured he’d come out when ready. The next morning there was still no cat. So I looked around again and saw on small hole and decided to shine a flashlight and sure enough there he was. I had no way to get him so I left him there content that he would come out eventually. My wife suggested that we name him Sundance because he found the one hole in the wall to hide in. The reference came Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. If you remember the movie then you may remember that their gang was called “The Hole in the Wall Gang”.
So that’s how he earned his name. Once he figured out the warehouse it became his and he liked nothing more than to find the highest spot and sit there for hours observing everyone. Legend has it that cats are the reincarnation of kings and pharaohs. Sundance definitely had a regal bearing. But he was also very friendly and playful. And he loved to sleep with me and always curled up just right.
And he was smart. If I didn’t want him on the counters or the pool table I only had to tell him once and that was that. Although he did love to use the counter to get to the top of the cabinets. He was quite a jumper and he loved high places so I allowed him the top of the cabinets. In some ways Sundance was more like a puppy than a cat. He would come when called and he would follow us on walks around the neighborhood.
He wasn’t afraid of dogs either. We had three and he tolerated them without hostility. Once in a while he would let them know they were being bothersome. But when he came in the house he would go right up to them all and touch noses to say hi.
When we moved to Arkansas he came with us and really got to be king of his domain. We had about an acre and he moved about it with the surety of a lion. He always waited for me to come home and when I pulled into the driveway he would jump on to the hood and look me straight in the eye and touch his nose to the windshield. Then if I rolled down the window he would put his face around the mirror for me to scratch his ears and chin. Then we would go in the house together.
When I moved to North Carolina my roommate had a little Yorkie. Rupert was smaller than Sundance and quite a pest sometimes but Sundance took it all and only mildly swatted at Rupert once in a while. They became pretty good friends and Rupert would bark when Sundance wanted in. It was all very cute. The next door neighbor had about four cats and Sundance just walked into her house as if he lived there and would sometimes spend all day hanging out with the neighbors and all his cat buddies. But no matter what time I came home he was always there waiting for me.
I didn’t want to leave him when I came to China. But I didn’t want the hassle of whatever paperwork would have been needed and as well I had to establish myself here. So I left him with Sarah and J.C. who are animal lovers all the way through. After a few days of adjustment to a new household he settled right in. He bonded with JC more than Sarah. Probably because of his attachment to me he felt more comfortable with a guy.
Sundance was with me for about six years. That would have made him about 9 or 10. I am sure someone would have adopted him but I feel pretty good about the life he had with me. He became a traveler, going to Vegas, Arkansas, and North Carolina. He had free reign wherever we were and seemed genuinely happy. Although the end was brutal and undeserved I am sure that he died with memories of all the happy times in his life. Wherever heaven is Sundance is sitting on the highest spot placidly watching us all.