Everywhere in the world, cats think that they are total bosses. Usually, they are right.
One day about twelve years back while hauling firewood, I saw a quickly moving blur. I spotted something in the driveway. Just a little thing not bigger than a mouse. It was a kitten. I had noticed that a feral cat had moved into the wood pile, but didn’t know that she had a litter there. I waited a couple of hours for mom cat to come back and get her kitty, but no luck. So I picked up the kitten and took it inside. Went to the farm store to get some KMR (Kitten Milk Replacement) and me and wife Cindy T, and daughter Molly T took turns getting up in the middle of the night to feed the little dickens with an eyedropper. Well Earl (Grey) grew into an amazing cat. Behaved a lot like a dog. I remember taking him on beach walks, with him trotting alongside. When he got tired he would hitch a ride on my pack. We often took Earl camping, and one time noticed that he was staring down a bear that had come to visit our camp. Not sure what the bear was thinking, but it was obvious that Earl was readying himself for war. The bear ran away when I stepped outside our camp trailer. After having scared the bear away, we always knew who was in charge. Bravest cat ever. I still miss him…
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That’s a great story, and Earl is a hero.
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Like this little guy? A classic!
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That big black cat that lives on around and under the front porch is a bad-ass… when I’m standing in the door with a wooden practice sword at hand. Faced down a couple of ‘coons this morning. [great bear story ;)]
There is a reason that the top fighter jet in the 70s was called the Tomcat.
They are fearless. Tomcats, not fighter jets, I mean.
Our Tuffie-2 owns this place, and (kindly!) lets us pay the bills.
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