Hello FB Peeps, Wees, and LBDs. Pop filled me in on the history of JC (Just Cat) so here goes. Pop and my Aunt Flossie (Flip) had returned from a Tuna fishing stint in Curacoa and got settled back in country, when on the edge of the woods behind their house he kept noticing this small cat....not a kitten, just a small cat. Pop would talk to it and try to get close but she would just retreat to the woods. Pop started putting dry cat food out for it on the tree line, and the food would be gone when he came home for work. Now Pop has always kept a project of some kind going on in the back yard, whether it be a repair job, or building a skiff, so after returning home from the boat shop, (and a couple of cold beers) he would go out back and put in a little time on whatever. There was a 6x6 chain link kennel for Flossie #kellypelligrino, mainly to keep her from running the deer while he was trying to get something done. CAT would creep out of the woods and lay in front of the kennel (I think to aggravate Flossie) and watch Pop work. He would sit in the yard, call and whistle to Cat, but she would just stare at him.After about 6 months she got to where she would cautiously approach within 10 feet....but no closer. Then one day, he was sitting on the steps out back, and not seeing Cat, he whistled....and here comes Cat at a trot and climbed in his lap. She was not in good shape. Not starving ,but a bit poor, and her ears were scabbed over from the flys and skeeters chewing on em. Pop attempted to hold on to her , to take her in and get her to a Vet, but she bolted back to the woods.He kept seeing her, especially when Flossie was in kennel but she wouldnt come to him, so he just kept feeding her and talking to her while he worked. Pop could whistle, and within a minute or two, she would show up, but keep her distance. A couple of months later it was snowing side ways, and blowing a pop-coddle, and in the middle of the night, Pop heard the most God-awful noise coming from under the house., and went to investigate.The back door didnt close behind him. He started shining a flashlight under the house and using words I am not allowed to repeat.Cat came out with a BIG OLE TOM CAT right on its butt. Cat turned left, ran in the house, and went into the adjacent bathroom. Tom Cat broke for the woods. Pop went in and closed the bathroom door so Cat couldnt get out, and went back to bed. The next morning, when Pop went into the guest bathroom to check on Cat, she was curled up in the sink asleep. He fixed her some breakfast(fresh speckle trout) which she gobbled right down, then opened the back door, figuring she would want to go back out. Cat poked her head out ,looked left and right, then turned around and went and jumped right back into the sink.She has owned Pop ever since. When he took her to the Vet, he was informed that she was about 11/2 to 2 year old, and had been a feral, cause there was a notch cut out in her right ear, signifying she had been trapped, fixed and released. BUT evidently someone had tried to tame her and had her de-clawed..>:) . This lil Cat had lived on her own, almost defenseless for who knows how long. When Pop took her to the Vet, to get her Tom Cat wounds and scabbed up ears treated, the paper work ask for a name, so Pop wrote down...Cat...Just Cat.... Her and Flossie had a totally contemptuous relationship.... they ignored each other and wouldnt even make eye contact.....for 10 years. IMHO this is one UGLY CAT!!! Ugly as a mud fence....she would turn a New Orleans street funeral procession up an alley.... bald ears, and looks like someone doused her with peroxide.Pop calls her his Camo-Cat......and I must say, she can blend in with anything. But we get along. She gets a kick out of slapping me in the face sometime, but I dont care...she aint got no bulletts in her front guns.I have learned not to play so ruff with her. I rolled her out in the yard once, and she got mad at me. When me and Pop got home that afternoon, she had PEED IN MY CRATE!!! JC is starting to show her age now...around 14 or 15. I think she is starting to go deaf, cause it is easier for me to sneak up on her and goose her. She only has one friend in the whole wide world.....Pop, although she did take to Uncle Don Barwick when we were up visiting Paka during hurricane Sandy.... A friend of Pops told him once that he had heard of people having imaginary friends, but NEVER an imaginary cat. He had heard Pop mention JC for two years....and never seen her. She is a bit anti-social...unlike me. Pop said it was amazing how JC knew her place when it came time to release ole Flossie to the Rainbow Bridge....She stuck to him like velcro...became so affectionate, which was out of character for her. Seems like she knew when Pop needed her the most..... Time to call her in for the night..... Ragan Dont.....
Posted on: Sun, 06 Jul 2014 03:23:50 +0000
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