He’s turning into a big ole tom cat now. Maybe he has to grow into the void left by Cartman. ;~)
They do get big. Ol’ Buster probably weighs nearly 20 pounds now and feels like a brick, but when I got him a couple of years ago he was just a scrawney little bugger who kept crashing my in-law’s 50th wedding anniversary party. We’d pitch him out and the next time the door was open, he came right back in again like he owned the place. And he’d mingle around amongst all those people, trying to charm a tasty morsel out of somebody like it was the most natural thing in the world. The party was at the church reception hall and several people said he’d been there for a while and the church ladies had been feeding him but nobody claimed him. I pitched him in my Jeep with a chicken plate just to keep him occupied until the party was over but, like I said earlier, he was a charming devil and ended up coming home with us. He had obviously been somebody’s house cat because he took to domestic life like a fish to water. With the notable exception of whizzing under the Christmas tree that first year, he’s been the perfect housemate and he’s been a part of our family ever since. That was right after we had to have my old cat Teddy put down because of cancer. I guess Buster was God’s gift to me to help heal the pain of losing Teddy, whether I knew it at the time or not.