Referencing one of yesterday’s comments about orange cats, there are now three orange cats in my neighborhood. One large one, I call Big Orange, is very friendly and comes up to be petted and has a high pitched meow. The other two are new to the neighborhood. Both are shorthaired tabbies, with white bellies. They are not willing to come up to me but they do come into my yard to hunt squirrels.
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….
DennisinSeattle almost 7 years ago
All the mews that’s fit to blab.
LastRoseofSummer Premium Member almost 7 years ago
What’s the cat equivalent of bread and water?
Or take a page outta the Ariz Sheriff and give them baloney sammiches.
Wait, they are full of that already.
ladykat Premium Member almost 7 years ago
Good morning and happy Hump Day, Dennis, Eldo, Last Rose! And good morning to all Ten Cats Graham Crackers out there, especially Mudd and Gweedo!
jessegooddog almost 7 years ago
And if Annie takes the night off, what happens?
FrannieL Premium Member almost 7 years ago
Chesney is relentlessly awful.
bbear almost 7 years ago
Wednesday’s BBEAR posts:
Pictures: (5 of the 22 uploaded today)
1. Indoor kitty discovers that the grass isn’t greener on the other side after all and he desperately wants back inside.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10210966024098309&set=g.927348114076370&type=1&theater&ifg=1
http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o570/rwharton/More%20Cat%20Pictures/30716331_1876776542354308_8399122024106033152_n_zpsaaybt8ci.jpg
2. When you’re running through the house helter-skelter at full speed, you better have good brakes or this will happen.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10210966076019607&set=g.927348114076370&type=1&theater&ifg=1
http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o570/rwharton/More%20Cat%20Pictures/30715276_1876747969023832_2477737388630081536_n_zps38bpprs8.jpg
3. Testing the brakes: front brakes are working!
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10210966083499794&set=g.927348114076370&type=1&theater&ifg=1
http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o570/rwharton/More%20Cat%20Pictures/30739577_1876747539023875_3877146864490905600_n_zpsxc2bxbv7.jpg
4. A Humpday cute kitten post: this quote from Ferris Bueller was a favorite of the late First Lady Barbara Bush.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10210966104620322&set=g.927348114076370&type=1&theater&ifg=1
http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o570/rwharton/More%20Cat%20Pictures/30724055_1876736472358315_5553369701293228032_n_zps45pfvkug.jpg
5. An offer from your sympathetic kitty that’s too good to pass up.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10210966114860578&set=g.927348114076370&type=1&theater&ifg=1
bbear almost 7 years ago
Referencing one of yesterday’s comments about orange cats, there are now three orange cats in my neighborhood. One large one, I call Big Orange, is very friendly and comes up to be petted and has a high pitched meow. The other two are new to the neighborhood. Both are shorthaired tabbies, with white bellies. They are not willing to come up to me but they do come into my yard to hunt squirrels.
Perkycat almost 7 years ago
No, Annie’s not still planning on preparing supper thanks to you, unappreciative Chesney. We will see how you feel when you get really hungry.
Dry and Dusty Premium Member almost 7 years ago
Well Chesney, I think you just saved Annie the trouble. ;-)
kd1sq Premium Member almost 7 years ago
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….
kd1sq Premium Member almost 7 years ago
…more to follow on Alpha Cat tomorrow.
tad1 almost 7 years ago
Great pictures today. :)