Crazy Cat Lady has a few minutes in between feeding the little darlings, cleaning up after the little darlings and petting the little darlings to introduce you to one of her fur babies.
Meet Sylvester. aka Sillyvester, Vester the Jester, Vester Pester.
Sylvester joined us ten years ago when he was a tiny kitty dodging cars in the Wal Mart parking lot. CCL of course rescued the poor beastie (who didn’t WANT to be rescued, but CCL always knows best) and took him home.
Since he was our first kitty, we were a bit worried he might run into trouble (in the shape of a large piece of cat-flattening farm equipment) so tried to keep him inside.
Then we attempted a cat harness.
CCL is still embarrassed at the attempt, and still carries the scars.
Eventually we settled in to a lovely life on the farm, the cat didn’t get squished and CCL let up on her over-protective streak.
Boy, was she wrong.
One day Sylvester went missing. Day two, still no Sylvester. Finally, he came home. Bedraggled, dirty, howling miserably. And wounded.
We drove him to ER at the pet hospital, where they removed his eye, and a blood clot behind the eye, where someone had viciously kicked him. We’ll never know who, but what goes around comes around. Karma will get you, you cat kicker you!
Sylvester healed nicely, but became quite the indoor cat. He wasn’t so thrilled with the great outdoors anymore. Whenever a car pulls in the driveway, he’s gone in a cloud of black fur.
He also started putting on a bit of weight. Currently he’s a 20 pounder. Yup. Twenty entire pounds of black fur. Who likes to lay on your chest and purr like a locomotive.
World, say hello to Sylvester.