Originally posted by BigMackCam I love dogs, too, but I've never wanted one as a pet. I'm not sure why... I think originally it was because I was out working so much, as was my wife of the time. And now, I just wouldn't be able to commit to giving a dog the exercise it needs to stay healthy...
Why I don't have a doggie now...they require a lot of time if you want to be fair to them....and I certainly would want to be a great buddy to any doggie pal. Old Rupert Dog could attest that I was the best to him!
My Cat Story
We have been host to three cats...two were Mrs Rupert's and one was mine. Mine was a dog in a cat body and we were the best of buddies. Hers both lived to the age of 18......mine died early at around 7 years of age, but they were some of the best years ever.
Every morning I used to sit in my shop with the door open facing the Woods of Otis as I prepared for work. On occasion I noticed a mangy yellow cat hanging around on the other side of the cedar fence. A few times I noticed him coming into the shop to rob the food bowl of Mr Kitty, a well fed and aloof outside cat adored by Mrs Rupert.
As time went by the yellow stray wild cat became more and more skinny and so weak he could barely climb the cedar fence to get into the shop. He had lost all the hair on his head and had clawed at his scalp so much his entire face was covered in streams of dried blood. One morning I watched as he tried to climb the fence in desperation and barely made it. I hid behind the door and when he came in for the food, I had on a pair of long heavy leather gloves and grabbed him. He was too weak to put up a good fight and I put him in a carrier and took him in the house where I could slip in some food and water. He ate like a pig...and in a couple of days I took him to the Vet and told him...whatever he needs, do it.
Turned out he had an allergy problem that caused his hair loss and constant scratching. Once treated I took him home and turned him lose in my shop. He didn't budge, just came to me and stayed right at my feet. From then on he was my constant pal. He was so unlike Mr Kitty...he loved to play ball every morning, and was always at the back door waiting for me to come out. If I called for Mr Kitty he totally ignored me even if he was only 20 feet away...wouldn't even turn and look at me. Tommy could be a half block away in the woods and when I called out his name he came running full speed.
When I came in from work every day he was in the drive a waiting for me and jumped up like a happy puppy when I got out of my truck. He lived in my shop with Mr Kitty...they got along fine....and he was treated like any doggie pal should be. The best of food and a heated shop in the winter with his own little bed.
When he came down sick and rapidly lost weight I took him to the Vet and he had terminal Cat AIDS....got it from fighting with other cats. He would not allow any other cats anywhere near "his place" and would fight anything that approached. He was in constant fights, but did keep other critters at bay.
When he died I lost a real buddy.
R.I.P. Tommy Boy.
Regards
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