Alas, poor Clancy.......

We received some sad news over the weekend. Clancy is dead

Clancy was my cat in college. I got him from the Animal shelter in Iowa City. He was neutured and declawed on all four paws when I got him, so it wasn't my fault (but it sure was nice)

He was named Clancy by my roommate, Molly (the one on the left)

after a night of drinking.

I had him for several years. He moved from Iowa City to Minneapolis with me, and used to greet me at the end of the day with a bunch of meows. He was always a great meower.

When I moved to Seattle, I had a roommate who was allergic to cats, so I shipped Clancy off to my sister Mary in Omaha. Mary doted on him, which fulfilled a prophecy foretold by Andrea, the nurse.

Andrea was in her Tarot Card phase, and she did a reading for Clancy. The cards showed that he had had a terrible past (which I think was true) a stable present (somewhat true) but would have a long, serene life someplace else.

Of course, we were in a bar at the time (the Deadwood) and had undoubtedly consumed a fair amount of beverage, but the TAROT CARDS DON'T LIE.

Clancy was always a good, smart cat. Even at the end, when I last saw him (at my dad's funeral) he was quite a character. For instance, we had a bunch of family in one night, and we all had chicken. I took the garbage to the basement, but not to the garage. In the middle of the night, Clancy found the chicken and had something of an orgy. I found chicken in my bathtub. Mom found chicken in her shower. There was chicken by the washing machine. It gave us all a good laugh at a very sad time.

So RIP Clancy.