Walter Middy Mothershead Moore

You know by now that I am a bit of a crazy cat lady.  Not the kind like you see on "Hoarders" but I do always seem to have some kind of cat drama happening at any given time.  My beloved Elizabeth Taylor had to be put to sleep a couple of weeks ago.  She was the"brain surgeon" of cats; highly intelligent, humorous, charming and a little bit of a snob.  She was truly the smartest cat in any given room.  She suffered from Asthma, Hypo-thyroid-ism, Acid Reflux, Allergies and many other conditions I will not reveal in order to insure her privacy.  She was a mess.  She lived a long and useful life but at some point her happy ending had to come.  I had her cremated ( I know, spare me the lecture about using the money for charity or retirement.)  I was going to pick up her remains last Saturday  and when the day started I had no intention of coming home with more than a box full of cat ashes.  I picked up her box and continued on my way running errands and doing all those thousands of things we have to do every week-end.  I ended up at Pet Smart, God knows why, and that is when my moment of insanity began.  They have adoptable pets from local shelters on premises for inspection.  They had ten cages full of adorable cats and before I knew it, as if in a fugue state, I found my self signing adoption papers and coming home with Walter.  Walter is not a brain surgeon kind of cat.  He is more like a stand-up comedian or an annoying Uncle you only see at Thanksgiving that asks you to pull his finger.  He is brass, funny, bossy and a bit of an actor.  In the store he acted all cuddly and gentle.  He was quiet and reserved.  The minute he got home it was like all bets were off and he was sitting by a pool in Vegas waiting for me to take his drink order  and snubbing out his cigar in my houseplants. I have adopted the Rodney Dangerfield of cats!!!  Who says Karma doesn't have a sense of humor.

Comments

[Paul]

I love that cat, and I've not met him, yet!