|"Ahh, chin rub!"|
This is our cat Clyde. A friend gave him to me for my birthday last year. They had found him living in a drainpipe. Upon arrival to our home, he immediately killed and ate a cicada. I knew we would be friends from then on. I hate cicadas.
I named him Clyde because I had just finished the story of Bonnie and Clyde. He looked like a Clyde to me. Good looking but dangerous. He can catch a bird on the wing - I've seen it. He can catch a rat the size of himself. He likes to tease 6 foot long snakes. Any snake smaller than that, he will catch and crush their head. He's a crazy hunter.
Honestly, I'm not that much of a cat person. I will never, ever, ever have a litter box in my house. There are many cats that are just to snobby for me. But Clyde behaves like a dog. He follows me everywhere, he takes walks, he greets you when you come home, he comes to a whistle, and never disappears for days. Any hint of being snobby I find somewhat earned. Because for goodness sake, I can't catch a bird on the wing.
Clyde is a "character" as far as cats go and I never want to lose him. But the following is the main reason I never want to lose Clyde:
DISCLAIMER: the following toddler began the day wearing a clean,
coordinated outfit with her hair up in a ponytail. I try. I really, really do.
He was purring the whole time.
And that, ladies and gentlemen is
A GOOD CAT!