Arrival Story: A stray black cat had kittens in our shed and then came to us begging for food. We noticed that she was nursing and eventually she led us to her kittens. We took care of her making sure that she was always fed to help her feed her kittens. Soon enough she was comfortable to move her kittens into our garage and that is where they grew up. We took care of the stray cat and her kittens. I decided to keep one of the kittens. I named him Chubby because he was always the biggest kitten out of the litter of 5. The rest of the kittens I was able to give away. I was left with Chubby and his mother who we named Keecha. These two cats had become part of our family.
Bio: Chubby was a great cat. Right from the time he was born he was a special kitten. He was the biggest kitten out of the litter of 5 and seemed to always be eating and pushing the other kittens away. As he grew up he was very adventurous. The kittens used to have races, climbing the trees in our backyard to see who could climb up the highest and climb down with no fear. When all the kittens were gone it was just him and his mother. They were a great pair. At times they would sleep side by side and other times they would sleep on their own. They would fight and play with each other and they would greet each other and clean each other. There were the days when Chubby would bring a mouse for his mother or she would bring a mouse for him. Other times they both had to catch their own. They were a great pair and always searched for each other when they wanted to greet again. Chubby was the cat that I favoured the most. I always searched for Chubby to make sure he was feed or just to find him so that I could pet him and play with him. He would always allow for me to have one kiss from him. If I tried to get another he would not let me. He would then meow and get angry. I was funny if I held him in my arms and I would try to kiss him, he would push my face away with his paws. I could only hold him for a certain peroid of time and then he would run away to sit on his own. If he was forced to sit in my arms he would meow until I let him go. When Chubby wanted something he would rub against my legs and circle around me and push his head against my hands. He loved to be rubbed on the neck and behind the ears. When he was a kitten I used to play fight with him. I would have to cover my hand with my shirt so that I could bear his bite and his nails. I also used to play with him with a green theraband noddle. He used to chase after it with me down the hall. I used to make him so tired that he would be out of breathe. As he got older he did not run after me so much. I would just tease him with the noddle and he would grap it and bite it. At times the noodle would be hanging on a door knob and he would take it down and play with it on his own. He sure loved the old couch that we have. Everyday he would hang from the arm upside down and sharpen his teeth and nails to prepare for another hunt outside. Chubby during the day spent most of his time sleeping. He loved to sleep in the car. He also loved to sleep on Greg's bed because his room has the most sunlight during the day. At night he was always outside. But in the morning he was always there ready to be feed. For the longest time Chubby slept in the shed where he was born. I think he remembered that spot. But as he got older he stopped sleeping there. I brought him inside as much as I could. My father did not really like that as he preferred him to be downstairs in the business area or in the garage. But I would still bring him up whenever I could. My mother loved to feed Chubby food that he should not be eating. He got used to being fed by my mother that whenever she was in the kitchen making something he would stand behind her and meow until he got something. I always told her that it was not good for him but she felt that he needed to be fed when he meowed because he was always so skinny. Chubby always left us nice surprises on the driveway to let us know he caught another mouse. He has even caught bunnies, birds and frogs. Anything that moved he was always after it. His first time in the snow was funny. He did not know what to do with himself. He chased after the flakes and made little snow balls that he played with. He was always a fun cat to watch. The times when he caught a mouse he would play with it while it was still alive. He would let the mouse go and catch it over and over again. Chubby and Keecha loved to hang out in the garden. They lounged in the dirt and played with the grasshoppers. Chubby did not have a very deep meow for a male cat and it was always funny to hear him meow, especially when he was waiting for a can of food. The only time I really heard a deep and loud meow from him was when I would take him for a car ride to go the vet. He always knew he was not going to a fun place. But it was for his own good. Unfortunately Chubby got hit by a car on October 22, 2004. I am glad that I was able to find him so that I could put him in a safe place. Chubby is now buried under one of his favourite trees that he used to climb. With all of his adventures his 9 lives where up and it was his time to go. He will be greatly missed by all of us here. I don't think that we will find another cat like Chubby.