2011 sure has gone by fast. So, now I have to update. I have lost one of my babies, on New year's eve or New Year's day... Not sure because I woke up at 5:00 A.M to find my tabby cat, Scraunch dead. Now for those of you who didn't that cat. He was... well it is probably best that you don't know okay? Where was I at... oh yes! He was the sweetest and meanest cat I have ever met.
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| Scraunch |
That is Scraunch. I caught him as a wild kitten in 2009. I am not kidding! He was crazy wild! I got him cornered into a rabbit cage so I shut the cage door and locked it. I ran to the house and grabbed a pair of leather gloves. Running back to the barn I snatched another cage so I could chunk him into that cage. Well, I didn't think that there was going to be any blood shed but... I was wrong. I stood on top of a HLS tub so I could reach. He hissed and threw a fit. I stood there a moment trying to figure out how I was going to get him into a cage. Well, he threw his fit, and then I made my move. I shot my hand out and grabbed at him. He yowled and next thing I know I had a tabby mama climbing my leg. Threatening to draw about a gallon or two of my blood. How I managed this I do not know. I grabbed Scraunch's head and kicked his mama at least four or five times. Scraunch latched on to my finger... he made me bleed through the leather gloves! He bit me! Then in one smooth move I threw Scraunch into a cage and slammed the gate. Locking it, I glanced at him again. His sides were heaving and if looks could kill I would have been so dead.
I reached down and picked the cage up. He growled and slouched into one corner. His mama disappeared, I suppose I won because I got the cat and she didn't! Anyhow, I carried him to the front porch. I didn't leave him long because the dogs wanted to make crow-food out of him. I never understood. He was very vocal about what he didn't like. When he did like something... Well I am not sure he ever liked anything. I hope that he liked me but of course that is my wishful thinking!
I moved him into a big wire cage. That big wire cage went on my bed at night, then downstairs by my computer desk during the day. That cage went everywhere. One afternoon, I changed his water and he didn't growl! I stroked his back with the tips of my fingers. He looked at me then let out a small mew. I gently took him out and gave him his first hug. Before long that cat was free! I let him out of jail and he was sorta gentle.
Now I have TONS of funny stories about that cat. He LOVED toilet paper. A new roll, and he would shred it into little pieces and stream it ALL OVER the bathroom floor! Then he would lay in the middle of it and when I came in, he would look up at me, I would ask him, "What happened?" He would answer "I really do not know. I just came in and the floor suddenly exploded! I promise I had no part in making this gigantic mess!" All the while he has toilet paper hanging from his mouth... he was the perfect picture of total innocence. Honest... That cat was just like me in so many ways. He rebelled, hated hugs, talked back, and attacked the most strangest things... A week before he got really sick, I was upstairs. I noticed my towel was moving. I lifted the towel and all of a sudden a tabby paw scratches my hand! At first I thought a rat! A big ugly tabby rat! Then my sweet darling cat poked his head out of the towel. I glared at him and he looked at me... That was the first time I ever had a towel attack me like that.
That cat liked to eat squash and beets. When it hit the floor he ran over and gobbled it down. He was one weird cat... His favorite toys were, fingers, toes, toilet paper, and more fingers and toes. . I guess he liked the color red because he loved to watch blood trickle down your hand. So when it finally quit bleeding he would scratch it again. Sometimes he was my school buddy. He would lay on my desk and swipe at my hand as it typed itself around on the keyboard. When he was being really nice he wouldn't even take out his claws! But of course... that very rarely happened.
December 29, 2011 Scraunch got really sick. I don't really know what happened, or what he got into. Mom thinks it was Strychnine. A trapping poison of some sort. But he would have these stiffening shaking fits. He yowled when he had them. He lived until January 1st 2012. Well actually I don't know when he died, if it was Sat. or Sun. But I woke up earlier then usual to check on him. Sure 'nuff he was a goner. I still miss him, and I still love him. I even cry every now and then, but I keep going. I know I will see him again. So I have no worries, someday (a long time from now) I will get to heaven, and God will be sweeping up His bathroom because Scraunch shredded toilet paper all over the floor. Who knows, I might even bring a fresh roll for Scraunch... ;)
Thanks for readin'! Prayin' your day and year go well!
Marie Jones
