Although manic episodes had ruined a few semesters, I still managed to make progress towards my degree. In the Summer of 97 an old friend of mine and myself moved into what would be my 5th home in Chico. This story is not about School, living with Bi-Polar, or relationships with humans. It’s a story involving me and the only pet I’ve owned. It’s about Melody.
During the the Fall semester that followed I got the inspiration to adopt a Cat. Once I was at the pound there was no question what kitten I wanted to adopt. Melody was an adorable Siamese cat. I kept her indoors for a while, but the time came soon enough to let her explore the outside world.
I followed her out the door and she eagerly began to explore. She raced down the driveway and past the neighbors house. I followed behind her. Through the lawn she went and right up the tree! Up a big tree. Up and up she went, and this was the type of tree you can’t climb without gear. Once she was far enough up to seriously hurt herself she walked out to a limb. I had no idea what to do.
At his point my memories go into slow motion. I had a friend with me and I’m sure he could also sense how freaked Melody was. She perched for a few moments and jumped! “Spread Eagle,” like a person doing a swan dive, she soared through the air.
I made a run for it. I did play college football, and like a wide receiver going for a pass, i gave it my all. Touchdown. I caught my kitten. My friend was awe struck. It literally took all the talent i had.
