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I have a tom cat that is 8 years old. He just a very large brown tabby and very common looking short hair. This past year he started howling in my empty son’s room in the morning looking out the window. He has always been a quiet cat and his meow is a very unusual sound that is deep. His mother was a large ferrell that abandoned her litter in the rafters of a foreclosed house. After listening to the cries of these kittens and watching for their mom to come back for a few days my grandson got them out. They were hand fed and the first thing they saw as their mother when their eyes opened was us.
My grandson named him Pillow Pants after a cartoon character. He should be more feral but has turned out to be the best house cat I have ever seen. Other cats always like to come here to fight him when he is out. He don’t seem to like that and runs. But if they corner him, he will beat the shit out of them. He is very fast, large and strong. I watched him one day outrun a greyhound that broke away from the man who was walking him. It was the most amazing sight. The cat stretched his long body out and went from zero to 90 in a second with a greyhound after him dragging a leash. I didn’t know a cat could run that fast. He ran all the way down the road to a large live oak and leaped onto a limb. He didn’t climb the tree he jumped into the tree. He ran past a couple of other trees but he must of wanted to give the dog a good run. It only lasted seconds.
A neighbor was out working in the yard as they blew by. He made a comment to me as I walked down to get the cat out of the tree. It was something like “OMG is that big cat yours?” And a “Wow!”
When me and the dog owner got there, Mr. Pants was sitting there in the tree with a kitty “eat shit and die you stupid dog” look on his face. When the dog owner convinced his dog that the game was over and time to go home, I was able to talk him out of the tree and into my arms. I tried to put him down but no he wasn’t taking any chances. It was like “Mommy keep the doggy away please.”
Back to the howling that I was going to tell you about. Thursday evening I went with one of my grandchildren to get him signed up for high school . He sat in the living room in the middle of my mess and howled. My son told me about it yesterday because I had mentioned that the cat had howled in his bathroom yesterday morning several times. That is when it dawned on me that he must suffer from separation anxiety. He thinks he is a little lap kitty and wants to sit all over me but he is big and I am usually doing something in my lap so he has to sit beside me. When I have a bladder infection going on he must be able to smell it because he nevers let me out of his sight and stays beside me all the time until the infection is gone. Actually it is annoying because I am stepping all over him all day when he does that.
Cats must really get emotionally attached.
O gawd, lovely and funny story. Yes they do get attached but I think we get more attached. Sad but lovely the howling, though I’m glad I’m not experiencing that.
Merry Merry my dear Momoe. ~~dru~~