Bob's Corner
From our weekly issue dated November 5, 2008
Jellirabbit
OK, so now we have five house cats, two outside cats, an old dog in the backyard, an occasional skunk, and a periodic family of raccoons. The bandits and the skunk are not especially welcome, but when we forget to bring in the bowls of cat food, they show up.
And if we’re not paying attention, we get a squadron of Jays, who enjoy free kitty food.
How did we get our fur snakes? Here goes: Bubba Big Foot, aka Sumo Bubba, was born in one of our closets after Jan rescued his quite-pregnant Siamese mother (whom we named Maui and who is one of our outside kitties) during the 2002 Biscuit Fire. Flint Eastwood, aka Flinty, was obtained from some folks on Cascade Drive. Jellirabbit, aka Jelli, was another give-away cat, one we acquired during the Labor Day Festival a couple of years ago. Let’s see, how many is that?
Flinty
All right, we also have Scrappy, aka “Stop that!” who was brought to us around three months ago by neighborhood children; and we have Deckster. He lived under our front deck for some time before we brought him inside; then we gave him to a family on Holland Loop, as they needed a barn cat. He was adopted and gone for several months. But then he came on deck again a couple of weeks ago.
Seems as though his adoptive family began feeding a second feline, and apparently Deckster didn’t like that. So he “came home.” From what we can tell, it took him a few weeks to make the trip, as he can’t read and did not follow the direct route.
Besides Maui, our other outside pointy-eared buddy is a guest we originally called Gray Kitty. But lately we’ve been calling him by what could be a really appropriate name: Scrappy Daddy. Actually, I wanted to name him Scrappy Pappy, but was overruled.
And then there’s Bingo, our mixed Australian Shepherd/Terrier doggie buddy for approximately 14 years. The old guy is doing OK, but he’s getting kind of creaky. (Aren’t we all?) He’s been helped by aspirin and MSM, which we stick inside hunks of hot dog, so he’s getting around a lot better than before.
Scrappy
We’re also keeping in touch with Charlie, our former Jellicle cat, who now lives with our daughter, Vicki, and her family in Carlsbad in San Diego County. Charlie showed up on Halloween night some three years ago. Jan opened the front door for two trick-or-treaters, and he walked in like he owned the place; made himself at home. Only thing, he’s a hunter and an escape artist, so we had to give him to Vicki & Fam because we didn’t want him to get run over on our busy street.
Some say it rains cats and dogs. We might agree. Or is that cats and dog?
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