Houdini update
I forgot to mention... Grey Kitty turned up later Saturday afternoon. Sure enough, he was hungry - you don't get to be 32 lbs of furball without a good appetite. In all fairness to his butterball shaped body, and while he IS large, he is also Maine Coone, which explains why he is so large. Well, partially explains....
He was also covered in mud and cobwebs... The subsequent bath he received should be convincing enough to keep him indoors for a while.....
Oliver, the emergency backup cat, has been remarkably well-behaved. Must be a full moon....
I'll give you a little inside info on Grey Kitty, and why he doesn't have a name... Well, he was only 6 months old when we rescued him, and already large. We were looking for a tiny kitten, but fell in love with his head-butting, tilted head, cross-eyed little self. He holds his head at a permanent 20 degree tilt, in that animal "questioning" way, so it looks like he is constantly confused, and believe me, he is. He is not the sharpest crayon in the box, but he's lovable. Whenever he tries to straighten his head, his eyes cross. It's actually pretty funny to watch, but hurts his poor little kitty dignity when he is laughed at.
When he wants attention, he will do the kitty head-butt thing. Only weighing in at over 30 lbs, he packs quite a punch. He has given me more than one headache.... He also has a bad habit of walking on the back of the couch and plopping down on your neck. "Falling", I believe, is the accurate term. Again, he's large, so this is not a comfortable occassion. I swear, that cat has given me whiplash...
He also has no volume control. His knob is cranked to 11 and broken off... He talks to you constantly, but most regularly at 6am when his food dish is empty. And he is loud. Very loud. He, for the life of him, is trying to tell you something, and doesn't seemed amused when I ask, "What is it? Timmy fell down the well, again?"
He outweighs Oliver by a good 15 lbs, and is always instigating fights, but always loses them. He is a bully, but a big baby bully...
He is also a scaredy cat. Everything frightens him. It is hilarious to watch that bulk leap a foot into the air at any loud noise, but of course, his feelings get hurt when you laugh, and he sulks away... Until the next time Timmy falls down a well....
He doesn't really have a name. Until we could pick one out, one that suited him (Oliver begs for human food....), we called him Grey Kitty, as he was grey...., well, you get the idea. No name ever stuck. My ex's son wanted to call him "Spunky", but that sure as heck didn't fit. He was (and is) anything but spunky. I wanted to call him "Matt", as in "door...", as he's always underfoot, but that didn't go over too well, either. "Lardass" was right out... Nothing just seemed to fit. 5 years later, he remains Grey Kitty.
He is fat, large, dumb as dirt, loud, annoying, and probably the most loving cat you've ever seen. I'm glad he came home.
He was also covered in mud and cobwebs... The subsequent bath he received should be convincing enough to keep him indoors for a while.....
Oliver, the emergency backup cat, has been remarkably well-behaved. Must be a full moon....
I'll give you a little inside info on Grey Kitty, and why he doesn't have a name... Well, he was only 6 months old when we rescued him, and already large. We were looking for a tiny kitten, but fell in love with his head-butting, tilted head, cross-eyed little self. He holds his head at a permanent 20 degree tilt, in that animal "questioning" way, so it looks like he is constantly confused, and believe me, he is. He is not the sharpest crayon in the box, but he's lovable. Whenever he tries to straighten his head, his eyes cross. It's actually pretty funny to watch, but hurts his poor little kitty dignity when he is laughed at.
When he wants attention, he will do the kitty head-butt thing. Only weighing in at over 30 lbs, he packs quite a punch. He has given me more than one headache.... He also has a bad habit of walking on the back of the couch and plopping down on your neck. "Falling", I believe, is the accurate term. Again, he's large, so this is not a comfortable occassion. I swear, that cat has given me whiplash...
He also has no volume control. His knob is cranked to 11 and broken off... He talks to you constantly, but most regularly at 6am when his food dish is empty. And he is loud. Very loud. He, for the life of him, is trying to tell you something, and doesn't seemed amused when I ask, "What is it? Timmy fell down the well, again?"
He outweighs Oliver by a good 15 lbs, and is always instigating fights, but always loses them. He is a bully, but a big baby bully...
He is also a scaredy cat. Everything frightens him. It is hilarious to watch that bulk leap a foot into the air at any loud noise, but of course, his feelings get hurt when you laugh, and he sulks away... Until the next time Timmy falls down a well....
He doesn't really have a name. Until we could pick one out, one that suited him (Oliver begs for human food....), we called him Grey Kitty, as he was grey...., well, you get the idea. No name ever stuck. My ex's son wanted to call him "Spunky", but that sure as heck didn't fit. He was (and is) anything but spunky. I wanted to call him "Matt", as in "door...", as he's always underfoot, but that didn't go over too well, either. "Lardass" was right out... Nothing just seemed to fit. 5 years later, he remains Grey Kitty.
He is fat, large, dumb as dirt, loud, annoying, and probably the most loving cat you've ever seen. I'm glad he came home.
posted by Turtle at 9:53 AM
2 Comments:
I had one like that in all ways except that he was black and white like a holstein. Maine Coone bloodlines were not his excuse for his bulk, so we blamed it on the cow coloration. Absolutely devoted. All he wanted was love and attention. I had to have him put to sleep shortly before this last Gulf Wars - he had been hurt and was just getting worse and worse. I still miss Stippy (his name was Aristipuss).
D
How about "Grond"? ;-)
Sounds like a great cat. I hope to meet him someday.
Marius
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