Now, Alpha is known as Mister P. We named him when he first moved himself in.
He is also known as “The Cat Who Came Back.”
Allow me to explain -
I started dating my wife in 2003. She and I hit it off quickly. She was living in an apartment in a town 30 miles away. I was renting a rowhouse. She had a cat name Bubby, Big, black, of definite opinions and actions. Bubby was a remarkable and unusual cat. Bubby was also hated by her neighbors because he wasn’t a lapcat but a roistering, yowling rootin’ tootin’ Man cat who got around, hunted, beat up small (and large) dogs that barked at him and generally lived life to the full. So much so that my wife was facing eviction if he continued to live in the complex.
One evening, the girlfriend asked, diffidently, if I’d consider the possibility of having Bubby (who I’d never met) come live with me because of this problem.
Naturally, I said yes.
Bubby moved in. I got to know him very well. He was a boon companion, wise, just, brave and self sacrificing for whoever he considered to be family. He was also completely unlike any other cat I’d ever known.
Fast forward nine years. We’d married. Bubby had passed some two years before. We’d moved 500 miles north to the Maine/New Brunswick border. We had cats – nothing to even begin to approach Bubby.
A quiet winter morning, snow on the ground. Comes a scratching at the door. We open it, a black and white cat (more white than black) is standing on the doormat looking at us. We look at him. He looks at us. He walks in, goes to the food bowl, has a snack then goes into the living room and settles down for a snooze on the couch. That was it. He was home the moment he came in through the door.
In the early days of our acquaintance we named him Mister P. As time passed we watched him closely. He displayed unusual traits that we had only ever seen once before and that only in one singular cat. (Afraid of nothing, rescuer of lesser cats from certain death….
Alpha Cat!
Now, Alpha is known as Mister P. We named him when he first moved himself in.
He is also known as “The Cat Who Came Back.”
Allow me to explain -
I started dating my wife in 2003. She and I hit it off quickly. She was living in an apartment in a town 30 miles away. I was renting a rowhouse. She had a cat name Bubby, Big, black, of definite opinions and actions. Bubby was a remarkable and unusual cat. Bubby was also hated by her neighbors because he wasn’t a lapcat but a roistering, yowling rootin’ tootin’ Man cat who got around, hunted, beat up small (and large) dogs that barked at him and generally lived life to the full. So much so that my wife was facing eviction if he continued to live in the complex.
One evening, the girlfriend asked, diffidently, if I’d consider the possibility of having Bubby (who I’d never met) come live with me because of this problem.
Naturally, I said yes.
Bubby moved in. I got to know him very well. He was a boon companion, wise, just, brave and self sacrificing for whoever he considered to be family. He was also completely unlike any other cat I’d ever known.
Fast forward nine years. We’d married. Bubby had passed some two years before. We’d moved 500 miles north to the Maine/New Brunswick border. We had cats – nothing to even begin to approach Bubby.
A quiet winter morning, snow on the ground. Comes a scratching at the door. We open it, a black and white cat (more white than black) is standing on the doormat looking at us. We look at him. He looks at us. He walks in, goes to the food bowl, has a snack then goes into the living room and settles down for a snooze on the couch. That was it. He was home the moment he came in through the door.
In the early days of our acquaintance we named him Mister P. As time passed we watched him closely. He displayed unusual traits that we had only ever seen once before and that only in one singular cat. (Afraid of nothing, rescuer of lesser cats from certain death….