We rescued Tucky from a shelter. He's been the best cat ever. He's so loving and loves to cuddle. I can't imagine life without him.
John / Billybob
I agree, but cats do not have a union, they are all independent contractors. There are rumors of a professional association (like the Bar or AMA), but it is a secret society.
You want to be a Congressman. Should we expect lies from you when you run for office?
2 dogs
4 cats(2 in the house, 2 outside/garage)
the last 2 dumped just down the road from me. They had been in a cardboard pet carrier from a vet and just tossed in the side ditch.
Yep. Cats are wonderful. They don’t fight because a the fat cat on Nob Hill tells them to. They are wonderfully independent creatures and people could learn a lot from them.
“Those of y’all who own (or are owned by) cats will especially appreciate this.”
“Dogs have owners, cats have servents”
One day, about 17 years ago, I heard a noise at out front door. There was a most beautiful orange color young cat. 3/4 of its tail was skinned off and the remaining was really discolored and showed signs of extreme danger. He was just calling for help by the way he acted.
Both my wife and I almost cried, and we picked him up and put him in a box. He had no collar, so we had no way to determine who owned him. Off to the Vet we went and after a HUGH sum, the vet removed the tail to a stub. The Vet released him in a few days and home he came with a tightly bandaged stub and a plastic collar to keep him for aggravating the area.
From that day to his estimated 15 years of age, he always curled up on my lap to sleep. He was free to go outdoors, via a cat door I put in the door, and never left the yard. He was such a joy and watching him run and play throughout the house with his little stub twitching in the breeze. In the morning he would jump up on the bed and curl up next to me and just purr. One of the most sad days of my life was when he passed away. I will always believe that kindness would be rewarded with love and loyalty.
We found an extremely thin young white/calico/siamese mix female six weeks ago, hiding in our garage. We coaxed her out; she was covered with cuts and scratches.She is also deaf. We brought her into the house. She is making friends with the other two (both were ferals who came into the house).
She’s gained weight; is very laid back and follows me around like a dog. We named her “Frankie” for her amazing blue eyes.
We rescued Tucky from a shelter. He's been the best cat ever. He's so loving and loves to cuddle. I can't imagine life without him.
There used to be a comic strip called "Useful Eustace," about a character who was always trying to be helpful and ended up making things worse. Mother referred to that cat as "Eustace." I knew what she meant.
I was adopted by a stray orange tabby in 1999. He is a delight and he also has quite a loud purr.
Great story. We’ve had cats come and go through our lives that all rated as characters!
We’ve got two indoor cats, one of whom never is quiet! and a garage kitty. She can come in if she wants but seems quite content to live in the garage. She also is the only cat I’ve ever had that purrs while she eats. She also has the sometimes annoying habit of reaching up and stretching on whatever part of your anatomy is handy! Them claws can be somewhat sharp!
This happens just as much with dogs. My older dog is a rescue who was horribly abused, probably by a man. He’s half Weimaraner and half Chocolate lab. Although he relates very affectionately to me, he’s quite cautious about other men. The way Orion gradually became well adjusted and happy is just the way Brother did. The downside is that sleeping with two dogs, one 72 lb. and the other about 82 lb., can leave less than the desired amount of bed.
Cats really do adopt us, don’t they?
Makes me want to cry that somebody kicked his rib in.
Kitty ping!
We have a tomcat named Aretha.
Let me explain.
The night he was rescued from the side of the road, he was a kitten so small he fit in a coffee cup. Apparently his mother had been killed by a wild predator, and being very frightened, he was meowing—crying really—in these incredibly high notes. We thought he was a she because we knew nothing about feline anatomy and the folks who found him said they knew cats and could tell he was a she. With all that crying/singing going on, I immediately said Aretha, after the Queen of Soul.
Later we found out (when his parts got bigger) . . . nope, Aretha’s a dude.
Wonderful story. Thanks!
I have a stray that won’t leave my front porch. I was leaving food out for my 2 when I went to work and apparently he was eating it. He used to run away when he would see me but now it’s just the opposite. I can’t get rid of him.
He’s become very friendly but I don’t want another cat. My older one still can’t get used to the younger one even after they’ve been together 7 years. The second one was abandoned by a neighbor and he is the most loving and affectionate cat I’ve ever had.
We are owned by a few cats, barn cats mostly who work for a living in warm weather, and a house cat. In the winter, the barn boys are invited in for a warm place to sleep and some much needed attention. They have always behaved as gentlemen and resume the role of house cats when the temp goes below 30 F.
Around here, an Orange cat is called a “Red Cat”, and I learned long ago that red cats are a tribe unto themselves. They are distinctive and a bit on the odd side sometimes, but always a fine companion. Heck, the dogs even like them.
Thanks again.
Regards,
AR
Excellent writing.
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Cheers!
You have nailed it, once again.