6 and a half years ago I got our cat, Ratchet, for Tim. His kitty, Maggie, was put down due to her age and since he loved cats so much I found a super cute litter and picked the fluffiest one! When I replied to the ad and asked the little boy what colour he was, he told me that the kitten was 'gray with white arms and legs' and since I thought that was so cute I told him I would take one!
The poor little guy weighed 0.4 lbs when I took him to the vet, but he made a quick recovery!
He even became quite the pain in the ass when he learned how to climb the screen door. Thankfully, it was a rented apartment, but in the middle of the night when he couldn't get down I, along with my neightbours, were not impressed by his cries for help.
But he sure was a good looking cat. He was Maine Coon - Persian so he was quite large. Weighing in at almost 30 lbs full grown.
Every summer we shave him. One reason being he gets too hot in the summer under all that hair and the other being he has now insisted upon being outside. A first in over 6 years. He wouldn't even go outside until this Spring when Sledge was trekking in and out all day. So when you are caught in the rain or have a fight with the dog in the grass his pretty long hair gets matted.
It took a while but eventually he got used to Sledge. Here they are sleeping on our bed together.
Lately he has even became accustomed to Emily, allowing her to lay on him and give him big hugs.
But last night Ratchet didn't want to come in, so he never. This has happened before, too. But this morning Tim found him on the road, obviously someone swerved to miss him, he said.
I won't miss the gross mice he has recently taken a liking to that he leaves by the door, or the meowing early in the morning because he wants to be fed. He was a pain in the ass at night too. If my legs weren't covered he would attack them, and he only drank from the toilet which meant the seat always had to be up and it was a constant fight between him and us so Emily would not get in to the bathroom. His hair was another story, as well. I will not miss that, or the hair balls that went with it.
But he was our first pet. Tim loved him and so did Emily. He was low key, didn't get in the way and we never had a problem with someone taking him when we went away. He was self sufficient, as cats are, and never liked being touched which is way better than a cat that is always jumping in your lap. He could only tolerate about 5 strokes on his back then he would give you a swat to leave him alone. It was also impressive how after such a short time outside, no front claws, and being such a wimp that he managed to kill as many things as he did. He used to sit at the back door at just look outside. Now he always sat at the back door and just looked inside. Thankful, probably, that he isn't among the chaos that Emily brings. He loved it out there, spent many nights out and enjoyed laying, paws up, on the grass waiting for Sledge to jump on him so the race could begin. He was always sitting at the door waiting to come back in when Tim left for work then out again when I got up for the day. He really was out more than in by a long shot. I am sure he is glad he died exploring outside and not from old age or boredom from being stuck inside. Atleast that is what I will think.
So in the end, he will be missed, even by me.
The poor little guy weighed 0.4 lbs when I took him to the vet, but he made a quick recovery!
He even became quite the pain in the ass when he learned how to climb the screen door. Thankfully, it was a rented apartment, but in the middle of the night when he couldn't get down I, along with my neightbours, were not impressed by his cries for help.
But he sure was a good looking cat. He was Maine Coon - Persian so he was quite large. Weighing in at almost 30 lbs full grown.
Every summer we shave him. One reason being he gets too hot in the summer under all that hair and the other being he has now insisted upon being outside. A first in over 6 years. He wouldn't even go outside until this Spring when Sledge was trekking in and out all day. So when you are caught in the rain or have a fight with the dog in the grass his pretty long hair gets matted.
It took a while but eventually he got used to Sledge. Here they are sleeping on our bed together.
Lately he has even became accustomed to Emily, allowing her to lay on him and give him big hugs.
But last night Ratchet didn't want to come in, so he never. This has happened before, too. But this morning Tim found him on the road, obviously someone swerved to miss him, he said.
I won't miss the gross mice he has recently taken a liking to that he leaves by the door, or the meowing early in the morning because he wants to be fed. He was a pain in the ass at night too. If my legs weren't covered he would attack them, and he only drank from the toilet which meant the seat always had to be up and it was a constant fight between him and us so Emily would not get in to the bathroom. His hair was another story, as well. I will not miss that, or the hair balls that went with it.
But he was our first pet. Tim loved him and so did Emily. He was low key, didn't get in the way and we never had a problem with someone taking him when we went away. He was self sufficient, as cats are, and never liked being touched which is way better than a cat that is always jumping in your lap. He could only tolerate about 5 strokes on his back then he would give you a swat to leave him alone. It was also impressive how after such a short time outside, no front claws, and being such a wimp that he managed to kill as many things as he did. He used to sit at the back door at just look outside. Now he always sat at the back door and just looked inside. Thankful, probably, that he isn't among the chaos that Emily brings. He loved it out there, spent many nights out and enjoyed laying, paws up, on the grass waiting for Sledge to jump on him so the race could begin. He was always sitting at the door waiting to come back in when Tim left for work then out again when I got up for the day. He really was out more than in by a long shot. I am sure he is glad he died exploring outside and not from old age or boredom from being stuck inside. Atleast that is what I will think.
So in the end, he will be missed, even by me.
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