My wife and I are no longer an empty nest family. After my boy, Razah Cat, died right before I started going up to Cleveland Clinic for diagnostics and testing, this guy, Nick (the shelter named him Knick Knack) is the last cat out of 50 to pay attention to my wife last Tuesday. When he jumped into her lap after she called his name, there was no way she was coming home alone. Hell, this guy is so savvy and smart, I dare say he could have driven the Prius home were he big enough.
Winner, winner, chicken dinner. Like having a golden retriever puppy inside a cat suit.
Nick never lived outside the shelter. He is 2. He was protective of all small cats at the shelter (bullies beware!) and he appears fearless and has started marking territory accordingly. Very inquisitive about his new surrounding.
This morning, he climbed a fallen tree in the jungle and became King. He also chased a neighbor’s big bull cat from our yard. (Razah’s not around to walk guard duty, so, this guy, Nick, has this already figured out: the high position - just like at the shelter - lets me keep an eye one everything.
Nick:
1. Find the cat surveying his new domain, feeling the wind and sun for the very first time in his life, smelling the flora and fauna, a world of wonder for the new King of this jungle:
2. Second photo, not as sharp (I want a new camera phone after this) shows how high Nick is. Yeah, this guy is Type A all the way, yet, he’s a gentle giant, a love cat.
This boy and I will be going out on motorcycle trips together. I dare say he and I can take any bar filled with red hats who might want a taste of crazy Liberals. My only wish is Razah Cat could have been present to meet this MonsterCat.