Day 6, Stevie. To the best of my recollection, Stevie was the first cat integrated under the If it eats, we must greets line of reasoning. As you may know, during the Salem witch trials the accused were thrown into a pool of water, if they floated they were deemed witches. If it eats, we must greets is a similar false dichotomy that states that if you place food out for a stray cat, and it eats it, then it must be your cat....
With all of these cats, you didn’t really think there’d be one named Skinny Girl without a corresponding “Fat Boy”, did you? Fat Boy is in fact Skinny Girl’s brother, and has the distinction of being the very first cat in our house with a penis. Others would follow, but he was the first. Respect. Fat Boy is the exact opposite of his sister, the yang to her yin. He struts around the house like he owns the place, and is not easily startled or intimidated....
Pictured below is Kiwi. Believe it or not, I actually like this cat. The reason for this should be obvious, I mean look at her, she’s adorable! Kiwi is one of the many cats that were brought home from the Human Society to be “fostered”. At the time she was covered in mange and way too young to be away from her mother. My wife and daughter spent countless hours treating the mange and bottle feeding her while I tried to pretend she didn’t exist....
Next up is Skinny Girl. Let’s talk about that name for a second, “Skinny Girl”. That’s only a short step up from names like Cat, Dude, and Hey You. It would stand to reason that if you find yourself struggling to come up with unique names for your pets, then it is entirely possible that you have too many. Again, I don’t really have much to say about this one, it’s a relatively recent arrival....
I give you, Alfie. I really don’t know much about this cat, it hasn’t been here very long. It is one of many that were/are being (temporarily )fostered here. What I do know is that you do not want him around when playing darts. Soft-tipped darts inevitably fail to stick from time to time. From the moment a dart hits the floor you have scant seconds to retrieve it before Alfie snatches it up and runs like hell....
Meet Star. Best described as Not Quite Right, Star’s mother was a feral stray who rejected her as a kitten, (those wacky animals and their maternal instincts, go figure). A firm believer that no kitten should be left behind, my wife assumed custody. We’ve had her for years now. For the most part she keeps to herself. One notable exception to this is bedtime where she demands a prominent position either on or next to my wife....
There are a lot of cats living in and around my house. A lot. When I mention this to people, they invariably want a number, but the truth of the matter is I really don’t know, (if that isn’t the surest indicator of Way Too Many, I don’t know what is). So, I’ve decided to conduct a little experiment. Each day, starting tomorrow, I will profile one cat found living here....
I don’t know when this started, but I like it. Taken on I-10 East about 30 miles west of Junction Texas
One of my daughter’s electives this semester is Child Development. That’s the course where you’re issued an infant and graded on the condition of the child at the completion of the assignment. Return anything other than a healthy well-adjusted baby and your grade suffers. When I was in high school your “baby” was a raw egg. You were encouraged to personalize your egg/baby and many people did (drawn-on faces, clothing, facial hair, tattoos, etc)....