The Day the Cat Died and Mubarak Flew

The cat, named Bunky, had to be put down today. He was Kate’s cat and I was fond of him because he was so big and funny and pretty. At the same time Hosni Mubarak flew to his seaside Red Sea resort, 250 miles from Cairo which immediately burst into a wild sea of celebration. I said goodbye to Bunky this morning by stroking his fur and talking to him which got his attention. Now he is no more, cremated. Mubarak too is no more, not cremated, but no more is he in charge of anything in Egypt. The generals are now in command. We’ll see what they do. They promise to give the people what they want, democracy. Promises, promises.

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  1. Thomas Bryner’s avatar

    I’m sorry for the loss of your furry friend. I can empathize- I’ve been there, and know how hard it is to say goodbye.

    I think we’re of the same mind on Egypt. I hope the military does what they say they’re going to do- but these are the same guys that propped up Mubarak for thirty years, so I’m kind of doubtful.

  2. Mardé’s avatar

    Thanks for the comment, Thomas. Yes, it was hard to say goodbye, and much more difficult for Kate than for me, she who took care of him, fed him, emptied his box, watched him for many years.

    Yes, we can only wait and see what the military will, in the end, actually do or permit or install. They’ve been the real power behind all the Egyptian thrones.