Mar 7, 2011

Here comes trouble...
Buddy Cat (aka 'Belly') is something else entirely.
Allen and I brought him home one day, along with another little kitty about 3 years ago. My best friend had broken up with her boyfriend, was moving and hadn't yet found a new home, so she was spending a few weeks couch-surfing. The boyfriend refused to take the cats and she couldn't find any other temporary homes for them, even from family and friends. As a last resort, Allen and I accepted the kitties into our lives and they've been pooping here happily ever since.
Buddy Cat, however, is the strangest creature. He's always been known as "that dick cat" due to his tendencies to randomly attack and bite people, their shoes, and other kitties. That behavior never really stopped but has morphed into something a little sweeter.
He immediately took to the dogs we already had, following them around and mimicking their behavior. When the dogs were fed, he wanted to be fed. When they got milkbones, he wanted one. When it's time to go outside to do toilet business, he's right there with them.
Now when I'm outside in the garden, I'll hear the pitter patter of his tiny feet running behind me and when I turn to look at him he stops and meows. He'll jump into my lap for quick snuggles and even puts his arms around your neck for a hug."Oh, look! Grass I can eat and puke up on the carpet later! Yum!"

I love this fuzzy, arrogant, and high-strung bugger and despite the fact that I am SO not a cat person, I can't imagine my life without the little monster.

1 comment:

Gilded Owl Jewelry said...

I think your a closet cat person! lol Love seeing the little guy. Love cats.