Post last updated: December 17th, 2017
Poppie has been fussing about the feral cats and cats that just show up in the neighborhood. He forgets that one night Hobo, a black and white cat, showed up on his back porch peering in the French doors at him and Poppie took him in. Thus, the problem. Hobo, in paying it forward, adopts these cats and brings them up to Poppie’s back porch to be fed. Hobo’s latest adoptee is Big Foot, another black and white cat with humongous feet. Big Foot doesn’t know it yet but he’s going to be my cat.
It has taken an entire pouch of Crave Soft Treats and several days to coax Big Foot onto my porch. If he doesn’t soon succumb to the lure of my cat treats, I’ll be broke. A 2.1 ounce pouch of Crave is $1.47.
Would you look at the size of Big Foot’s paws and that thumb! My Bible Study group has a retired veterinarian and I asked her about his thumb. She said it’s called “polydactylism and cats who have these extra toes use them like opposable thumbs to open drawers and cabinets and hijinks ensue. The cats are common in Key West at the Hemingway mansion.” I wonder, do the Hemingway cats go in search of writers? Does this mean I’m a writer now? Stop, don’t answer that! I’m going to get enough grief from my friend Evie. I can just hear her sassin’ me, “Your cat got a thumb? Figures. Ain’t nothin’ ever been normal about you.”
Needless to say, I haven’t told her about the cat. I figure I’ll wait until it opens my front door.