The OG American Cat – Part Two

I had Ollz since he was a kitten (about 7 months old) until the end of my time in Boston, about three years later.

I often think back on those years as some of my happiest. It was the time when we were all figuring things out together, all starting from “Go” in the same Monopoly game. Now when I sometimes feel others have far surpassed me in the game of life with their advanced jobs or fancy homes, back then, my peers and I were all equally confused. We had graduated in 2008, the year of the (first) long recession.

So we were willing to live in drafty apartments and take the jobs that would have us. My friends from high school were back home in Boston, and all of my friends from college had decided to move there too. It was the perfect mix of old and new, past and present. Good and bad. We were in it together.

And Ollz was there too, watching me stumble home late at night after a long night of bar trivia or eat cannoli’s in bed after a tough day at work. He saw me eat frozen peas out of the bag, and cheerios for both breakfast and for dinner. I was trying things out, proud of myself for making it on my own, despite how wacky it looked.

I had big dreams I couldn’t easily identify and still don’t fully realize.

At the time, I was considering what then felt like a big step: moving in with my partner in NYC. As a commitment phob who was never a big fan of New York, this felt like a huge decision. I solved it in the way I often do – by making some other big decision instead: I made plans to quit my job and leave Boston, but instead of moving right to NYC, I would travel first to Argentina and explore on my own for a few months. Figuring out what I wanted and what I should do next.

Ollz couldn’t go with me to South America. His sensibilities weren’t cut out for travel. So I made a choice: I gave him away.

In all the many cats we have fostered and owned and cared for since then, I still feel guilty about that decision. It wasn’t his fault, after all, that I had a whole life to figure out. And he was my very first love. But as such, I grew apart from him. I wasn’t ready for the permanence of that love just yet.

And what brings me solace now is knowing he went to one of the nicest couples I knew: a guy who was friends with my dad and my uncle. He was studying at Harvard to get his PhD in Buddhism, and his wife had recently comes back from a solo meditation retreat in the mountains. Where I brought chaos, they would bring calm and enlightenment. Perhaps it was kismet it worked out this way. I can still not think of a better mom and dad for my first cat.

And so we said our goodbyes to start new lives on our own.

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