We have a cat. He's rather plus sized. This blog is about him.
So the kid's have about 1000 pictures of our animals, mostly Mr. Furrry. or Fur Fur or Fuzzy or Fat Cat depending on your mood. He answers to all of them.
His Vet name is Whiner, but he grew out of that after he finally got enough to eat. He showed up in our work shed, sleeping in a box of pointy scrap metal and fence toppers. He would hang around the back deck and cry and cry. He was maybe a year old, maybe 6-7 pounds, very skinny and hungry. He couldn't get enough food.
The Universe thinks we need to have 6 cats. Sometimes we have 7 but an old one will die, sometimes we have 5 and one will show up. Mr Furry showed up when we were pretty low on cats, but plenty to make the place look like a good place to move to. Multiple cat dishes in and out, various cat shapes and colors lurking about. Mostly friendly or at least tolerant of newcomers.
One thing Mr Fur Fur didn't know about was there was a small trade he would have to make to be fully adopted....
Pictures coming soon.
ReplyDeletehe's punishing us for that trade by eating constantly and requiring special food
ReplyDeleteWhat is the trade he had to make to be fully adopted?
ReplyDeleteIf Fuzzy was a rapper his name would be M.T.Sack
ReplyDelete@.@ he also functions a rathercomplacent pillow and on journeys down the hall at night he serves as a suitable road block. =)
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