Jan 21
Is this cat Charles Bukowski is holding the “white cross-eyed tailless” tom he memorialized in “The History Of One Tough Motherfucker”?

....I took what was left to a vet who said, "not muchchance... give him these pills... his backboneis crushed, but it was crushed before and somehowmended, if he lives he'll never walk, look atthese x-rays, he's been shot, look here, the pelletsare still there... also, he once had a tail, somebodycut it off..." I took the cat back, it was a hot summer, one of thehottest in decades, I put him on the bathroom floor, gave him water and pills, he wouldn't eat, hewouldn't touch the water, I dipped my finger into itand wet his mouth and I talked to him, I didn't go any-where, I put in a lot of bathroom time and talked to him and gently touched him and he looked back atme with those pale blue crossed eyes and as the days wentby he made his first movedragging himself forward by his front legs(the rear ones wouldn't work)he made it to the litter boxcrawled over and in,it was like the trumpet of possible victoryblowing in that bathroom and into the city, Irelated to that cat-I'd had it bad, not thatbad but bad enough one morning he got up, stood up, fell back down andjust looked at me. "you can make it," I said to him. he kept trying, getting up falling down, finallyhe walked a few steps, he was like a drunk, therear legs just didn't want to do it and he fell again, rested,then got up....

I also like this shot of Bukowski and (the same?) white cat. (via henrycharlesbukowski.)

Is this cat Charles Bukowski is holding the “white cross-eyed tailless” tom he memorialized in “The History Of One Tough Motherfucker”?

....I took what was left to a vet who said, "not much
chance... give him these pills... his backbone
is crushed, but it was crushed before and somehow
mended, if he lives he'll never walk, look at
these x-rays, he's been shot, look here, the pellets
are still there... also, he once had a tail, somebody
cut it off..."
I took the cat back, it was a hot summer, one of the
hottest in decades, I put him on the bathroom
floor, gave him water and pills, he wouldn't eat, he
wouldn't touch the water, I dipped my finger into it
and wet his mouth and I talked to him, I didn't go any-
where, I put in a lot of bathroom time and talked to
him and gently touched him and he looked back at
me with those pale blue crossed eyes and as the days went
by he made his first move
dragging himself forward by his front legs
(the rear ones wouldn't work)
he made it to the litter box
crawled over and in,
it was like the trumpet of possible victory
blowing in that bathroom and into the city, I
related to that cat-I'd had it bad, not that
bad but bad enough
one morning he got up, stood up, fell back down and
just looked at me.
"you can make it," I said to him.
he kept trying, getting up falling down, finally
he walked a few steps, he was like a drunk, the
rear legs just didn't want to do it and he fell again, rested,
then got up....

I also like this shot of Bukowski and (the same?) white cat. (via henrycharlesbukowski.)

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