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To: Rusty0604

He’s a big black cat with white underfur who was born feral but, after I had him neutered and kept him inside the prescribed one night, he more or less informed me that he was through sleeping outside.

I opened the post-surgery recovery cage and the side screendoor-—all my other feral cats rocketed out of there like Obama drug felon pre-releasees.

But this guy strolled into the house and sat down for a good lick.

He weighs around 18 or nineteen pounds but should weigh less. The vets are on me constantly to cut back on the food but it’s tough.

But his daddy was a real big cat too. He came ‘round a few years after Hop had moved into the house. I knew it was his pop because we had several Manx feral cats around the place (Hop’s tail is about five inches long) and this Alpha Poppa was a huge tailless black Manx.

He was square as a cinderblock and his black hair was long and dreadlocked. He seemed peaceful enough and for a few days I let him hang around.

Then he started driving the other feral cats away from the food dish-—he was getting ready to kill something so I had to put him down, which I hated.

Hop’s the first cat I’ve owned (or worked for, you might say) and my first pet since childhood. You know as much as I how devoted a person can get.


13 posted on 11/01/2015 8:48:12 AM PST by Fightin Whitey
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To: Fightin Whitey

Thanks for sharing. Yes, sometimes a human and a particular animal form a special bond.


15 posted on 11/01/2015 8:57:11 AM PST by Rusty0604
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