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Edited on Thu Aug-26-04 11:12 AM by chamilto
There's this cat that hubby and I met last year. We were sitting in our backyard when suddenly I felt something rubbing up against my leg. It was an orange male shorthair cat and he was BIG. I petted him for a while and he jumped right up into my lap. He was scabby and his coat was rough, and he had no collar. I said, "You're so sweet, I'm going to name you babycakes." A few minutes later, sweet babycakes decided he had had enough and he suddenly and viciously clawed the crap out of my arm and ran off. Alright, babycakes. See ya later.
Well, he showed up again a few nights ago ... nearly a year later! He was no longer scabby, his coat looked good, but still no collar. Again, he was so friendly it was amazing, but this time I was a bit more careful. Didn't even let him climb on me and I petted him cautiously. My Golden Retriever came to the screendoor and began whining about our petting a 'stranger'. Well, babycakes HURLS himself at the screendoor in such a way that made it clear that he was ready to claw the dog's face clean off. He was pasted to the screen by all four feet - no hissing though. He just wanted to show pup who was boss. We decided it was time to go inside and leave babycakes to run amok elsewhere.
Babycakes - you poor, misnamed beast of a cat.
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