The Cat Who Moved In

Monday, a stray cat of about 4-6 months in age, randomly followed my 8yo home from the bus stop.  And by followed him home, I mean when the 8yo walked in the back door, so did the cat.  Then the cat made himself at home like he’d been here all along.  We’re just really unobservant, silly humans that we are.

I came home to find said cat being held by a guilty looking husband.  Who informed me the only hesitation was that it was a male and males spray.  But oh btw everyone was already in love, what did we want to do?

We proceeded to “debate” the issue for awhile.  When finally, I gave Pat a funny look and asked him the cat’s name.

Theodore.  Teddy for short.  Named for Teddy Roosevelt due to his whisker structure.

So, the debate, it seems, was pretty much just a formality.  The cat wasn’t going anywhere.

Luckily, I should be getting my tax return in February, so we can have him neutered before he reached the age of the spray.

So.  Theo, or teddy, has captured our home.  And our hearts.

See Mr Theo is a bit of a cuddle bug.  He is as starved for affection as he was for food.  And in his quest for affection he pays no mind to personal space or boundaries.  Which, I suppose I should have seen coming by the way in which he moved (himself) in.

He also, likes to beg for food from those who have it.  Which I’d be really annoyed with, except he spent lord knows how long eating out of a dumpster and chasing squirrels hoping for some extra protein.  So, I get it.  He’s known hunger.  It’s plain as day looking at him.  And so now, he has to guarantee his next meal.  He is also down right willing to take that meal right out of any hand that offers.  Also, he isn’t a picky eater.  He likes, that we have found so far: chicken, turkey, American cheese, cooked carrots, and green beans.  He doesn’t like corn though.  Just so you know.

Also, don’t turn your back on your food.  Last night he stuck his head in my, thankfully empty, glass.  And when he was done licking the sides, he discovered his head was stuck.  Yes he was rescued.  Yes he is fine.  No, I don’t have pictures.

So.  Uh.  Welcome home Theodore?  At least you are a sweetie!

3 thoughts on “The Cat Who Moved In

  1. OMG that would have made for some of the best pictures ever! You do know that of course he planned that whole thing just so you would be more enamored of him and never let him go, right?

  2. Shit.. we've been trying to coax the random strays in the hood in the backdoor for years now. It's about time we actually acquired one. Figured this one invited himself in. You see that blue bowl of food on my back stoop? Granted it's dog food. But a hungry cat is a hungry cat.

  3. Aw that's adorable. My cat is a rescue stray. Honestly it's the best decision I've ever made in my entire life. The food begging lessens a little, but may not entirely go away. However the lovebug aspect will probably remain. I love my bear =)

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