Snot
Snot was, without a doubt, a snot. His name fit him. He was a black and white, smallish pussycat. At his best, I don't think he ever weighed more than eight pounds, soaking wet. I never saw Snot wet. Most cats, as the old wives' tale goes, are afraid of water, but not Snot. I think water was afraid of HIM.
Snot was Wendi's pussycat and unfortunately, his journey came to an end a couple of days ago. I'm told he went peacefully and I'm thankful for that. I have a great many fond memories of that little furball.
I have to say this...I don't particularly like pussycats. I think it's a waste of time to name them because by and large, they just ignore you. Cats are just kind of there, for the most part. Wendi's pussycats were different, though. They could do stuff. Snot could open doors. Seriously, he figured out how to hang on to and twist doorknobs. I didn't believe this until I saw him do it. Nothing was too high to climb. No cabinet was safe if he wanted in it He never bothered with the kitchen cabinets but the closets or the linen cabinets were fair game. He and his brother, Simba, also known around my house as "marshmallow ass", could open their own Christmas presents. Wendi would bait them with catnip and wrap them up. Then they would shred them open. It was big fun to watch. Snot was just fun to have around.
I knew I was going to like Snot, or Not-not as he was more affectionately known around the house when he attacked my foot in the middle of the night. I guess I was wiggling my foot under the blanket in my sleep. Snot wasn't about to let that monster under the blanket get away with that. One second, I'm sleeping, the next, I have four very sharp claws sunk into my big toe! It's no way to wake up, but Snot had this look on his face, like "What? What are you looking at?"
Snot was good fun to play with. I'd be petting him and he'd get all fired up and then it was "ON". On was a lot of fun with Snot... he'd get all kinds of upside down, claws flying, ears pinned back. It didn't matter that I was about a hundred times bigger... he was going to whup my ass. He liked playing "Blanket Monster", too. Snot had this walk... kind of almost like a bulldog's walk, with the front paws turned just a little bit in. What Snot lacked in stature, he made up with attitude. I remember one night being asleep and getting a face full of claws, because he wanted to be loved. This happened frequently to Wendi. Snot used to like to sleep by her. Sometimes, he'd hold her hand as she slept.
Wendi spoiled her boys rotten. She'd avoid disturbing the cats when getting out of bed. One time she crawled over me to avoid disturbing them. I know, and my reaction was pretty much the same. When I griped about it, I just got the "look". I think I was somewhere around 3 or 4 on the list at my house. The cats were always #1. She told me she had them longer. They got the best pillows. Snot used to sleep by her head all the time. Dogs were to the foot of the bed because Snot was where HE wanted to be. Sometimes dogs slept UNDER the bed when Snot was in a mood. This didn't happen often, but I saw it happen a couple of times.
I talked about Snot the other day when I was talking about the cats and dogs in my life. Snot hated the beagle with a passion. He used to walk up to her and smack her in the face a couple of times just for no other reason than she was alive and in his space. It used to make me laugh. He didn't like Bucket much either. Wendi told me he wasn't happy to see the dog arrive. I'm sure Bucket wasn't too thrilled about Snot, either. Bucket is bigger than the beagle, but Snot didn't show favoritism. Bucket met the claws the first day we had him. Bucket never bothered Wendi's cats though. Never, not once. Snot's fury was not, by any means, limited to the dog. Simba would get rolled up every now and again and always get the worst end of the deal even though Ba outweighed Not-not two to one. I always used to wonder what Ba did to get his butt kicked, but Ba being Ba I figured was probably a good enough reason.
Snot, as I said was smart. He didn't like the dog, but he knew how to use the dog to get what he wanted, which most of the time when the dog was involved, was to go outside. I saw this cat walk out the door underneath the dog as she walked out the door. It happened so fast that I couldn't catch him, but he used the dog as a shield to get to the great outdoors. I'd get in trouble for this from Wendi and more than once in the middle of the night she and June would be out in the backyard rattling cans of cat food or tuna fish trying to coax Not-not back in the house. That always made Simba happy. He got to eat again when Snot broke out of the house.
I worry about Simba now that Snot's gone. I don't know that Snot needed Simba, but Ba needed Snot. Ba used to roam through the house crying for Snot when he couldn't find him. Wendi sometimes had to go get him and show him where Snot was. Don't get me wrong, Snot loved his brother and was good to him. They got lost once for a week and Wendi could tell the story better, but Snot wouldn't leave his brother, not for anything. They stayed together and that's how Wendi got both of them back. He used to let Simba eat half of his cat food, too. There's a reason we used to make fun of Simba's size.
Simba and I, well, let's just say this... we weren't buddies. My fond memory of Ba is the time when he purposely tried to take a crap in my shoe. Right in front of me. I'm sure Wendi laughs every time she thinks of that. He didn't like me and I didn't like him, but we both loved Wendi so we just tolerated each other. I used to try to pet him just because it pissed him off. It was a love/hate thing but I was never mean to Ba. And I kind of miss him to tell the truth. Wendi used to get mad at me when I'd irritate Ba or call him "fat ass", but it was a term of endearment. Snot, though, was a guy's pussycat. He was rough and tumble, fearless, and thought he was bigger than the world.
Rest in peace, Not-man. I miss that furry little ba#%!rd.
Coop
Snot was Wendi's pussycat and unfortunately, his journey came to an end a couple of days ago. I'm told he went peacefully and I'm thankful for that. I have a great many fond memories of that little furball.
I have to say this...I don't particularly like pussycats. I think it's a waste of time to name them because by and large, they just ignore you. Cats are just kind of there, for the most part. Wendi's pussycats were different, though. They could do stuff. Snot could open doors. Seriously, he figured out how to hang on to and twist doorknobs. I didn't believe this until I saw him do it. Nothing was too high to climb. No cabinet was safe if he wanted in it He never bothered with the kitchen cabinets but the closets or the linen cabinets were fair game. He and his brother, Simba, also known around my house as "marshmallow ass", could open their own Christmas presents. Wendi would bait them with catnip and wrap them up. Then they would shred them open. It was big fun to watch. Snot was just fun to have around.
I knew I was going to like Snot, or Not-not as he was more affectionately known around the house when he attacked my foot in the middle of the night. I guess I was wiggling my foot under the blanket in my sleep. Snot wasn't about to let that monster under the blanket get away with that. One second, I'm sleeping, the next, I have four very sharp claws sunk into my big toe! It's no way to wake up, but Snot had this look on his face, like "What? What are you looking at?"
Snot was good fun to play with. I'd be petting him and he'd get all fired up and then it was "ON". On was a lot of fun with Snot... he'd get all kinds of upside down, claws flying, ears pinned back. It didn't matter that I was about a hundred times bigger... he was going to whup my ass. He liked playing "Blanket Monster", too. Snot had this walk... kind of almost like a bulldog's walk, with the front paws turned just a little bit in. What Snot lacked in stature, he made up with attitude. I remember one night being asleep and getting a face full of claws, because he wanted to be loved. This happened frequently to Wendi. Snot used to like to sleep by her. Sometimes, he'd hold her hand as she slept.
Wendi spoiled her boys rotten. She'd avoid disturbing the cats when getting out of bed. One time she crawled over me to avoid disturbing them. I know, and my reaction was pretty much the same. When I griped about it, I just got the "look". I think I was somewhere around 3 or 4 on the list at my house. The cats were always #1. She told me she had them longer. They got the best pillows. Snot used to sleep by her head all the time. Dogs were to the foot of the bed because Snot was where HE wanted to be. Sometimes dogs slept UNDER the bed when Snot was in a mood. This didn't happen often, but I saw it happen a couple of times.
I talked about Snot the other day when I was talking about the cats and dogs in my life. Snot hated the beagle with a passion. He used to walk up to her and smack her in the face a couple of times just for no other reason than she was alive and in his space. It used to make me laugh. He didn't like Bucket much either. Wendi told me he wasn't happy to see the dog arrive. I'm sure Bucket wasn't too thrilled about Snot, either. Bucket is bigger than the beagle, but Snot didn't show favoritism. Bucket met the claws the first day we had him. Bucket never bothered Wendi's cats though. Never, not once. Snot's fury was not, by any means, limited to the dog. Simba would get rolled up every now and again and always get the worst end of the deal even though Ba outweighed Not-not two to one. I always used to wonder what Ba did to get his butt kicked, but Ba being Ba I figured was probably a good enough reason.
Snot, as I said was smart. He didn't like the dog, but he knew how to use the dog to get what he wanted, which most of the time when the dog was involved, was to go outside. I saw this cat walk out the door underneath the dog as she walked out the door. It happened so fast that I couldn't catch him, but he used the dog as a shield to get to the great outdoors. I'd get in trouble for this from Wendi and more than once in the middle of the night she and June would be out in the backyard rattling cans of cat food or tuna fish trying to coax Not-not back in the house. That always made Simba happy. He got to eat again when Snot broke out of the house.
I worry about Simba now that Snot's gone. I don't know that Snot needed Simba, but Ba needed Snot. Ba used to roam through the house crying for Snot when he couldn't find him. Wendi sometimes had to go get him and show him where Snot was. Don't get me wrong, Snot loved his brother and was good to him. They got lost once for a week and Wendi could tell the story better, but Snot wouldn't leave his brother, not for anything. They stayed together and that's how Wendi got both of them back. He used to let Simba eat half of his cat food, too. There's a reason we used to make fun of Simba's size.
Simba and I, well, let's just say this... we weren't buddies. My fond memory of Ba is the time when he purposely tried to take a crap in my shoe. Right in front of me. I'm sure Wendi laughs every time she thinks of that. He didn't like me and I didn't like him, but we both loved Wendi so we just tolerated each other. I used to try to pet him just because it pissed him off. It was a love/hate thing but I was never mean to Ba. And I kind of miss him to tell the truth. Wendi used to get mad at me when I'd irritate Ba or call him "fat ass", but it was a term of endearment. Snot, though, was a guy's pussycat. He was rough and tumble, fearless, and thought he was bigger than the world.
Rest in peace, Not-man. I miss that furry little ba#%!rd.
Coop
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