Daniela said:
/\ Kitties are sooo cute. I love kitties. They are the best. They are just so smushy.
Lmao. I have to break down my wall of masculinity and admit that was
cute.
Every cat or dog my parents and I have ever owned were rescues or the offspring of rescues. Well, every one except for one dog who we got from a family friend (bugger lived 16 years). How many pets of yours were ones that you didn't go out and buy?
The weirdest pet my family had was a cat named Bosley. He was a large brown and white cat, with big paws and head. He was born on the 4th of July in 1984 and died on Thanksgiving of 1993. The most alpha male cat I've ever seen. He wasn't afraid of people, used to stare the dog mentioned above off of it's own bed, fought all the time, bit the crap out of me when I picked it up during a fight, left home to roam for months at a time. Everytime we'd think he was dead, he'd show up like the cat from "Pet Semetary". One time my mother was thawing out a chicken on the counter and we found it on the floor with 4 little points of blood on the skin from where he bit into it. Once he dropped a dead mouse at my mother's feet as a gift, and looked up and meowed. Of course, everyone was horrified and I flung it over the fence with a dustpan. The last day of his life, I was out in my back yard playing basketball and he walks up and meows and he had a big weeping sore on his cheek, probably an infected battle wound. I distinctly remember reaching down to pet him and yanking my hand back when I noticed it.
The next morning he was lying stiff on the back porch. Old Bosley had a good life. Nine years is a long time for an outdoor cat. RIP Boz (1984-93).