He just appeared on the shelf in the garage. A small gray and yellow cat looking very frightened, as though someone had just dropped him off.The next day, we were on our way to the veterinarian for a check-up. Since he didn't have a name for registration, Dr. Mike, just decided to call him "Toes", due to a couple extra digits.
Once we got rid of the dirt, our little yellow and white cat had a new home.
Toes became a fixture, transferring my position as homeowner to staff, plain and simple. Rattling the cupboard announcing his food demands, only to enhance his physique with each mouthful. I never knew that a cat could have a dust ruffle for a stomach, sweeping the floor as he walked.
Each Christmas, Toes would squeeze himself in the middle of a pine cone wreath, just daring me to try and hang the thing. The wreath became the December bed for Toes-master.
Our beloved cat lived for 12 years, only to develop an inoperable tumor. Sadly, he died in my arms and now rests "out back" in the cemetery with Chester, the goat.
I remember Toes from the times she "taught" Puppy not to lay in her spot on the couch. Watching Toes arch the back and hiss at Puppy until she jumped down and moved to another place was pretty funny.
ReplyDeleteHe was a great kittie and Puppy was awesome. The "Dumbo" ears in flight, as she ran from one end of that sofa launching into the air.
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy that Puppy also had a great long life. I hope to capture a few bits of fun memories from each of them for this CF blog.