I would like for you to meet the newest member of our family….
A very large, sweet cat…
He was abandoned by his owner about six months ago and left to wander the streets. When my daughter and I saw him on Friday, he wasn’t looking so good. We put him in the car and took him straight to the vet, who fixed him up and then sent him home with us. We’re very happy to have him, but we’re having trouble deciding on a name!
He’s the longest cat I’ve ever seen — nearly three feet long. At the moment, he’s really skinny, but he could top 18 pounds once he’s been properly stuffed with Fancy Feast. One of my friends suggested that he might be a Maine Coon — the most gigantic breed of house cat ever.
I don’t even want to tell you how many animals we now have living in our flat for fear our landlady might be reading this blog. But we have a few — and all of them are black. (Weird how it always turns out that way for me.)
This big lug of a cat with white paws was known around the neighborhood as “Shoes,” although Shoes doesn’t seem grand enough. Maybe Brando? Joe Kennedy? The Big Boss? (Imagine the jokes at the vet’s office…”The Big Boss needs his rabies shot…” etc…)