Chubby

I swear I am going to die as the "crazy cat lady down the street"…  For the past several years, we have been visited by a big old black and white kitty we called "Big Fat Kitty", for lack of a better name.  Now we did some serious rescuing of black and white kitties off the streets of my neighborhood.  Mama Kitty and 4 of her children.  We suspect that they all knew "BFK" during their time on the streets.  "BFK" has become a fixture at our house and now has the moniker "Chubby".  Chubby is not so much a cat as he is a dog.  He comes when he is called.  He follows me around the yard as I garden.  If I go from the front of the house to the back, he follows.  I open the front door in the morning and he emerges from the bushes, chatting away, ready for his breakfast.  Yes, he gets all of his meals at our house.

Surely he must have had people owners along the way.  He’s neutered.  And is very gregarious.  We’ve tried to bring him inside.  He doesn’t like it.  He stands at the door waiting to get out.  So for now, Chubby will be our guard cat outside.  That’s the way he wants it.  Until winter when I haul his chubby self in where it is warm and cozy.

Chubby has thrived dining with us.  His coat, once muted and dingy, is gaining a shiny black sheen.  Doesn’t hurt that he dines on premium food, as much as he can eat.

Proof of his sweetness, after a rather long digging session in the garden, I stretched out in the grass and made a phone call.  Chubby came out of his sleeping spot and plopped himself down in front of me for some loving time.  And there he stayed until I got up and he moved with me.

My heart goes out to the poor critters whose families don’t care for them or find them disposable.  (okay, I feel a rant coming on).  When you adopt an animal, barring any extenuous circumstances, that critter is yours for its lifetime.  You don’t put them out because you are tired of them.  You don’t drop them off at the farm.  If you absolutely cannot continue to care for your critter, take it to a REPUTABLE NO KILL Shelter.  And whatever you do, spay/neuter your pets.  Guess what—your kids will do just fine without witnessing the miracle of birth.  They only reason I witnessed it as an adult is because I rescued a pregnant cat a day before she gave birth.

I get aggravated when people pay premium dollars for a purebred dog.  Have you not looked at the shelters where you pay a nominal fee and you get a dog that is so thankful to have a home?  No, you just paid several hundred dollars and more for an overbred pain in the butt.  And some people shouldn’t ever be allowed to own pets.

Well I did digress, didn’t I!  I really did want this to be all about Chubby the cat.  He rocks.  Someday I’ll post his pic.  Until then, take care of your fur babies and get them spayed and neutered.  OH—-and don’t let them wander.