Another Cat Story

If you've been reading my blog for the last year or so, you are already aware that I am known around my block as an animal lover. I especially seem to always be getting poor, sad, lonely cats shoved off on me. Most of the time I end up getting lucky and finding places for them, but it's not always the case...remember Milo. If you don't remember how I became the proud owner of Mr toilet flushing, hissy pants, Milo, read about it here...Vintage Kitten

As I arrived home from work today, I look on my front porch and spied a box covered with a sweat shirt and thought what the hell is that?? I walked over to the box and saw it was a pet carrier. I crouched down to see a furry orange face looking out at me. OMG my poor cat Bosche had gotten out this morning when I left and my neighbor must have found her! Poor thing must be freezing, so I hurriedly opened my front door to which I found all three of my furry faces waiting for me and demanding to be feed. WTH! Impostor cat! I lifted up the sweat shirt and found a note from my crazy neighbor who lives 5 doors down from me....found this cat in Linda's yard next door...is it yours? Leaving it on front porch for you, good luck, let me know how it turns out...ps please return my cat carrier. Nice right? Have you found a cat, just put it on MaryDeluxe's front porch, she'll take care of it. If you don't believe me, read here....Jasper, Asshole. All the neighbors do this crap. I'm lucky I only have three cats! I took imposter cat out to the garage to have a look at him and to keep my cats from having "another cat in the house" seizure. Wow, as soon as I opened the cat carrier it was obvious this guy was a house cat! He weighed at least 20 lbs and he came out swinging. Boy, Dozer sure was pissed off! He came at he hissing, growling and in general all puffed up. Then he would stop and rub up against my leg for a moment, then remember he hated me and started his tough guy act again. But who was he kidding, he had no front claws. I started laughing and it just made him madder. He chased me around the garage. Ginger cats sure do have attitudes. I left him with some cat food and decided to knock on some neighbor's doors to see if anyone was missing a big fat dozer of a cat. I didn't have to walk far because the third house I stopped at said they had a cat but he wasn't missing. I said well this cat is orange and HUGE. The woman said, OMG that's my cat! She didn't even know he was missing because she works at night and sleeps during the day. He must have snuck out when she came in the door that morning at 5 am. I went and got the dozer and brought him home, which made a 3 year old very excited to find that his cat was out and about having adventures! Tom where have you been, he says??

The big guy Tom who looks a lot like.... my big girl...


Bosche, who also has a bit of a temper...just ask the Sgt's dogs...she keeps them in line!

Thank God, I still only have three cats! Trust me, I was doing the "Yay, I didn't get stuck with another cat" dance as I walked back to my house! It's bad enough I have three cats laying on me in bed at night, I couldn't even imagine having Tom the 20 lb tub of lard somewhere on me too.