It wasn’t too long ago that everyone owned an real camera. Taking photo’s was a bit of a luxury, or so I thought. First you had to buy film and then drop it off for development at a drugstore. They were probably only open till 6pm and film development wasn’t all that cheap.
Especially if you’re a 25-year-old single girl, paying rent all by yourself (yes that hairdo was in style). Long story short, I wish had taken more photos of Dillin.
Dillin was my first cat, a nice gift from a bad boyfriend. A super fluffy, giant of a cat. I picked the name because at the time, I thought actor Matt Dillin was a real dish.
Dillin wasn’t entirely sociable, in fact he really only liked me and my dad. I’d drive to dads on the weekend to do my laundry and take Dillin with me. He loved it there because he could sit on the lawn under the trees, watching the birds or just napping.
Ever since Dillin was a wee kitten, he loved to watch me do my makeup. He would sit on my little wicker basket, then, when I wasn’t looking, he’d steal my makeup sponge and run away. I still have this little basket.
Unfortunately, Dillin wandered away from dads yard one summer evening. I was away on a holiday, dad was kind enough to cat sit. When I got home, I took the news pretty hard. We went together, many times to the local shelter and it always ended with both of us bawling. Poor dad was guilt ridden, I felt even worse for dad. Of course it wasn’t his fault, it could have happened at any time. Dillin just loved to be outside.
I sure wish I knew where Dillin ended up. I like to think he joined another family and they loved him just as much as we did. My dear Dillin, I’m thinking of you.