How big is your guy? I have a beautiful Maine coone that weighs 24 lbs. It’s hard to move him when he is in my space and he gets irritated when I do. If I put my robe on the bed, I tell him it’s my robe so he runs over and lays on it and dares me to remove him.
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.