November 11th 2011 4:56 pm
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A special day they say!
Comes around every hundred years!
One to stand out.
A lot like some cats we have known.
Special in one way or another.
Pops told this story to us for Linus so he comes home.
A Special cat fur shur. One of his best all time kitties was Ming(The Malevolent). She was a feisty Siamese who always was boss. She was Pops only kitty for years. She had one eye knocked out by a car, or a fight, he never knew. She would chase his friends and they would yell "Get the cat! Get the cat!" She would bite you know. Not a nip. She went to the bone. She would poopie in his lady friends shoes.
Hmmmm maybe that is why he ended up with hippy girls with sandals... Oh excuse me... Where was I..
So that was back in the 80's. No inside cats back then. So One day she did not come home. Pop looked on the street. He went to the local SPCA. He put flyers up. Ming was gone. He grieved.
Well about a year and a half later he was working in back of the construction garage and he saw something run by! Just out of the corner of his eye. What? A Cat? Maybe. So he started watching. Sure enough it was a cat. And... That cat looked like Ming! No way he thought. But over a few weeks he would sit out after work and watch. It WAS MING! Hmmm.. What to do?? He kept watch.
One day she was just sitting in the sun. He snuck up behind her and, GRAB. He had her. She swung. She tried to bite. He got scratched. She yowled. Well he ran inside and closed the door. He put her down and... Nothing? She looked around. Made her Siamese MEEEEOOOOWWWW! Walked into the kitchen and sat by the Fridge like nothing had ever happened. Like she had just come in from a morning walk.
Pop kept her inside after that and they lived some years together. Now he had a lot of equipment and he had noted that is where she was coming and going from. When he moved it after she was inside he found her nest. Lots of small bones and feathers and the like with a warm nice spot all pressed down for good old Ming. She was living for all that time 200 feet from the house. Going out into the woods to hunt at night. What a cat.
By the way. The next week she poopied in his new girls shoe.
Pops says we are all special. I was born in under a bag in an alley to a feral mom. Buddy was saved as an old Galoot. Rumpy was from a bad breeder in VA. Toby is, well, handsome. Angel Coco was another lost and found kitty. Angel Stinker was the patrolling protecting Man-Cat. Angel Amber was so sweet she made your teeth hurt.
All one in a hundred years.
Purrs from Da Boyz and Family to all our special furs
LOL Timmy about the poops in shoes. We are rolling in laugther. Your pops is very special himself and you all are lucky to have him and eachother.
OMC! That reminded meowmy of a furends kitty who peed in her masters fiancee's boots...
One in a hundred years should be more like 1000 years, we are that unique!
Hugs to you and your furmily!
That is so cool that Ming came back!
Your cat daddy rocks! I just lurvs the poops in the shoes...your missed Ming.
That's a great story, Timmy! Ming the Malevolent sounds like a really great cat. You all do.