Butterscotch
His name is Butterscotch. He has quite a story to tell and I will never know half of it. You just have to love him. There is no other choice.
Once I had a little gold kitten. He is another one who thought he should stay out all night before I thought he should. I could not catch him and had to give up. All the next day I could not find him. The next day, when I was coming back from an errand I saw him crouched on the back porch right by the door. I picked him up and took him in.
Not too long after that I found a home for him and did not see him for years.
Then one day he showed up in the yard. I found out he had been left to fend for himself. So, I had him back.
This did not turn out to be all good. Fluffy could not stand him and let him know it. She was not afraid of him. He was already much bigger than her. How she kept him in line I will never know.
He bullied all the other cats and they just all stayed away from him except at feeding time.
One day another cat showed up on the property. It was scared and very skiddish. I think it was mistreated wherever it came from. I figured it had been someone's pet because it was not skinny.
Butterscotch had found a friend in the new cat. Those two were always together. The new one terrorized Fluffy. I often wondered why I let it in. I don't know how but Fluffy regained control and it was back to normal.
Butterscotch comes and goes. I know of at least one other place where he eats. He is a well fed cat. Now, I think he has found yet a third place. Butterscotch is big and heavy. Garfield comes to mind when describing Butterscotch now.
When he wants to be picked up he will put a paw on the side of my leg. I think he was playing a game today. He would signal he wanted to be picked up then want right back down. Then put his paw on my leg again. After about three times, I tired of the game and came back to my yard. He followed me. He has been following me every time I have come out all day.
I hope he stays this time. As much trouble as he is, I miss that cat when he is gone.
He stayed for about a year. Then, he was gone again. He was gone about two months when I had to leave. I worried he might come back but had a family emergency and had no choice. As it turns out, I was gone seven out of eight weeks. When I came back, he was still gone. Within the last week, he showed up.
I am thinking about going away for Thanksgiving, but, not sure I want to leave this cat. When he came home he was a nice size. I noticed the little rolls of fat were gone and he looked like he had not been terrorizing whatever neighborhood he was in. That did not last long when he got back.
He is Butterscotch again and I am not sure I am going to leave him.
© Copyright 2006 Mary Ann Chidlow (UN: merian at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Mary Ann Chidlow has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Once I had a little gold kitten. He is another one who thought he should stay out all night before I thought he should. I could not catch him and had to give up. All the next day I could not find him. The next day, when I was coming back from an errand I saw him crouched on the back porch right by the door. I picked him up and took him in.
Not too long after that I found a home for him and did not see him for years.
Then one day he showed up in the yard. I found out he had been left to fend for himself. So, I had him back.
This did not turn out to be all good. Fluffy could not stand him and let him know it. She was not afraid of him. He was already much bigger than her. How she kept him in line I will never know.
He bullied all the other cats and they just all stayed away from him except at feeding time.
One day another cat showed up on the property. It was scared and very skiddish. I think it was mistreated wherever it came from. I figured it had been someone's pet because it was not skinny.
Butterscotch had found a friend in the new cat. Those two were always together. The new one terrorized Fluffy. I often wondered why I let it in. I don't know how but Fluffy regained control and it was back to normal.
Butterscotch comes and goes. I know of at least one other place where he eats. He is a well fed cat. Now, I think he has found yet a third place. Butterscotch is big and heavy. Garfield comes to mind when describing Butterscotch now.
When he wants to be picked up he will put a paw on the side of my leg. I think he was playing a game today. He would signal he wanted to be picked up then want right back down. Then put his paw on my leg again. After about three times, I tired of the game and came back to my yard. He followed me. He has been following me every time I have come out all day.
I hope he stays this time. As much trouble as he is, I miss that cat when he is gone.
He stayed for about a year. Then, he was gone again. He was gone about two months when I had to leave. I worried he might come back but had a family emergency and had no choice. As it turns out, I was gone seven out of eight weeks. When I came back, he was still gone. Within the last week, he showed up.
I am thinking about going away for Thanksgiving, but, not sure I want to leave this cat. When he came home he was a nice size. I noticed the little rolls of fat were gone and he looked like he had not been terrorizing whatever neighborhood he was in. That did not last long when he got back.
He is Butterscotch again and I am not sure I am going to leave him.
© Copyright 2006 Mary Ann Chidlow (UN: merian at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Mary Ann Chidlow has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
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