well, I'll be a.....
First off, reincarnation is crap.
I don't believe it for a minute. Not for even a nano-second.
Having said that, Snot the pussycat is back.
The thing looks just like my little buddy Not-not. June checked and it's a boy.
The funny thing is the things the cat does. I was sleeping the other night when my feet were attacked. That was Snot's favorite thing to do... jump on my wiggling feet. He always went after the blanket monster. He was so funny and this one does the same thing. Always at night... always the feet.
The second thing I noticed was today when it was walking in the living room and it stopped to watch the TV. I don't mean look at it. The cat watched it for a minute or so and then went on.
Snot had cat-itude. He didn't like other cats except his brother. Neither does this on. His momma is OK, but he has no tolerance for the others. He hisses at them.
When I get time, I'll post a picture to this. But for now, I'm just chuckling. We surely enjoyed Simba when he spent his last days with us (RIP, Ba) and now that Miss June has Snot-man lookin' pussycat around she seems to be in better spirits too.
I guess I need to explain who Snot is. When I met Wendi, she had two cats; Snot and Simba. They were brothers and polar opposites. Ba you know about. Ba is responsible for the most-read blog post I've written. It still gets read a couple of times a week. These cats did not think they were cats. They were Wendi's boys and treated as such. Snot could open doors. Snot WATCHED TV. He was into Animal Planet. He was so smart that when he used to sneak outside, he would walk underneath the beagle. I saw him do this more than once and it just cracked me up that he was that smart.
Snot is gone now. He's buried in Indiana at her dad's house. He passed six months before Simba did. (RIP, Not-not). I've come to the conclusion that this little one is a gift from God. Being Wendi's boys, Miss June doted on those cats. She loved and took care of them. They were always Wendi's but June loved them every bit as much as she did. That pussycat didn't leave with the rest. After today, I would go before that pussycat will. It's a gift to June. It's a reminder of things that were. Those days are gone, but God gave Miss June a consolation prize if you will.
A fuzzy long haired two pound kitten who makes this place feel like home again. Much like it did the six weeks we had Ba.
I don't believe it for a minute. Not for even a nano-second.
Having said that, Snot the pussycat is back.
The thing looks just like my little buddy Not-not. June checked and it's a boy.
The funny thing is the things the cat does. I was sleeping the other night when my feet were attacked. That was Snot's favorite thing to do... jump on my wiggling feet. He always went after the blanket monster. He was so funny and this one does the same thing. Always at night... always the feet.
The second thing I noticed was today when it was walking in the living room and it stopped to watch the TV. I don't mean look at it. The cat watched it for a minute or so and then went on.
Snot had cat-itude. He didn't like other cats except his brother. Neither does this on. His momma is OK, but he has no tolerance for the others. He hisses at them.
When I get time, I'll post a picture to this. But for now, I'm just chuckling. We surely enjoyed Simba when he spent his last days with us (RIP, Ba) and now that Miss June has Snot-man lookin' pussycat around she seems to be in better spirits too.
I guess I need to explain who Snot is. When I met Wendi, she had two cats; Snot and Simba. They were brothers and polar opposites. Ba you know about. Ba is responsible for the most-read blog post I've written. It still gets read a couple of times a week. These cats did not think they were cats. They were Wendi's boys and treated as such. Snot could open doors. Snot WATCHED TV. He was into Animal Planet. He was so smart that when he used to sneak outside, he would walk underneath the beagle. I saw him do this more than once and it just cracked me up that he was that smart.
Snot is gone now. He's buried in Indiana at her dad's house. He passed six months before Simba did. (RIP, Not-not). I've come to the conclusion that this little one is a gift from God. Being Wendi's boys, Miss June doted on those cats. She loved and took care of them. They were always Wendi's but June loved them every bit as much as she did. That pussycat didn't leave with the rest. After today, I would go before that pussycat will. It's a gift to June. It's a reminder of things that were. Those days are gone, but God gave Miss June a consolation prize if you will.
A fuzzy long haired two pound kitten who makes this place feel like home again. Much like it did the six weeks we had Ba.
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