Fuzz is close to Kiki and I suppose she considers her a mother figure, but doesn’t care too much for Bobby, my third cat whom I suspect she considers an interloper and often hisses at her. I’ll get to Bobby soon. Although Kiki’s hair is coarse, Fuzz’s is very soft, almost like cashmere. Kiki also sheds badly and I’m always cleaning her hair off the furniture. Kiki and Fuzz have enjoyed each others company for over five years now, but one day that all changed when Bobby showed up.

                                                                BOBBY

About two years ago, I heard a soft mew coming from the big tree in our back yard. I thought it was Fuzz because she has a soft little voice like a kitten. So, I called, come on baby, and here come running

toward me was a little tail-less grey kitten yelling it’s head off. She leaped into my arms immediately and began purring. As I examined her I noticed her whiskers had been cut and she had no tail at all, not even a nub. When I told my older son, Tom about it, he said some one probably cut her whiskers with scissors and as for her tail, he didn’t know. I thought that was cruel for someone to cut her whiskers. Maybe that was the reason the little thing left it’s original home seeking another place and someone who would treat her right. When Bobby got a little older I had her spayed as I did the other two cats. It’s been two years since Bobby showed up and she is quite a character. She’s very friendly and easily trained. I can whistle at her like I would a dog and she’ll come running and if I call her by name, she’ll come. Bobby is grey, short haired and sheds very little. She is definitely a lap kitty and loves sleeping at the foot of my bed. Although she’s been spayed too, she also loves to roam and loves to visit my neighbor, Ella.

Ella thinks she’s really cute and makes comments on how funny she runs. She hops or leaps across the yard like a rabbit instead of the way a normal cat runs. I worry about dogs hurting or killing her since I’ve heard there’s been several cats killed in my town by stray dogs. There’s been quite an uproar over it too. If she’s outside when I go to check the mail, she’ll follow me and wait until I return to the house. If she decides to be stubborn, she’ll sit and watch me go to the house, then I’ll call her. ‘Come on Bobby.’ Then, she’ll come running.

I really enjoy the cats company and don’t know what will happen when they are gone. I think Kiki’s years are now numbered, but Fuzz and Bobby could live another ten years or so. Unless one gets sick, run over or God forbid killed by a dog, they should keep me entertained for years, probably until I’m so old I’ll need to be entertained.