I grew up in a house with dogs…..big dogs outside and chihuahuas inside. Cats were part of the woodwork outside, never came in the house except one that we thought was a female till it got hit by a car and killed. Anyway, at the age of 37, after my big relationship came into being, I got a cat a month later. It was a kitten that was in the yard. This is him after he grew up, and he was definitely the boss of the house. We named him “Pie” because I wanted to name him Piwacket after the cat in Bell, Book, and Candle, but Roy couldn’t pronounce Piwacket, so I shortened it to Pie.
When I say he was the boss, I mean it. In these pictures, he is lazing around, wherever and whenever he wanted. He hated having his picture taken, and in the last picture he looks like he is telling me “enough” because I had just snapped about 5 pictures of him in a row and he seemed to be tired of the whole. 🙂
To show you a bit of his personality and how under his control we were, I used to eat popcorn out of a bowl on the bed. He would come up and crook his paw like a hand and take a piece. Instead of chasing him away, Roy and I would laugh and take a picture of him doing it. So, obviously he knew that eating human food was something that he was entitled to do.
Roy loved BBQ’d pork rines, and every time he brought a bag home, he was required to give Pie at least one.
This was the first of the six cats I have had over the last 29 years, next post will be Misty, the stubborn child that gave me the most frustration of any of them. She knew what she wanted and was determined to have it at all costs.