Monday, September 29, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Trembles
Trembles' mother was a half wild farm cat. He was born in a pig barn where his mother was trampled by a hog. We found him trembling in the hay and took him home.
When Trembles got closed up in his basement room he'd jump up on a worktable and paw at the doorknob until he got the door open.
No matter where he was he'd come running when we rang a bell.
When he got into fights he'd crouch in a window well so he could strike out and stay protected.
Every Sunday he'd climb a telephone pole and we'd have to call the fire department to come and get him down. He'd fight the firefighters so hard all they could do was grab him by the scruff of the neck and drop him in some bushes.
He fathered uncounted cats all over the neighborhood, his legacy most likely still lives on.
When Trembles got closed up in his basement room he'd jump up on a worktable and paw at the doorknob until he got the door open.
No matter where he was he'd come running when we rang a bell.
When he got into fights he'd crouch in a window well so he could strike out and stay protected.
Every Sunday he'd climb a telephone pole and we'd have to call the fire department to come and get him down. He'd fight the firefighters so hard all they could do was grab him by the scruff of the neck and drop him in some bushes.
He fathered uncounted cats all over the neighborhood, his legacy most likely still lives on.