In the beginning
there was little bit (the cat)
A feral.
Long story short. A neighbor live trapped her. Dot needed a cat, since her long time buddy name Gabbie had just passed on a week or so before. LB needed a momma. She was just barely weaned.
Appearances can be deceiving. That just LOOKS like a kitten. It's not really. If you get on her bad side she's a buzz saw on crystal meth. She hates everyone. She's NOT afraid to take on the world. That cat would charge hell with just a full bladder.....she might not even feel the need for THAT much weaponry.
She tried to eat the neighbor's dog, on the hoof. The dog outweighs her a hundred to one and it's terrified of her.
She has her claws, teeth and attitude...that's enough.
She terrifies vets...they won't touch her.
When she was THAT big.
We should have called her "HULK' cause she's angry ALL the time.
So...naturally I had to get a cat too, for the truck.
No feral's were immediately available so we took a little trip to the shelter.
It was 'kitten season' and they had a LOT. They'd waived all fees, they just wanted people to take a CAT. Should have been easy, right? Not so much. The first two or three trips to the shelter I picked up a lot of kittens, got scratched, gnawed and peed on (goes with the territory) but none of them 'spoke to me'...until I found this guy.
It was halloween.
I took to him immediately. In fact I put him in my shoulder and started to walk out. The staff about had a heart attack. That's not the way it works. A "free cat".....isn't. For one thing there's a ton of paperwork, for another thing there are fees (they didn't waive them ALL).
We paid them. Dot (my wife) does "people" better than I do. She took care of the fiddly bits, I stood in the 'cage' with my little Bubba and he hissed as spat at anyone who come near. He had adopted ME. Anyone who come between us risked death and dismemberment on the spot.
Dot jumped through all the hoops, paid the fees and we took little Bubba home....and introduced him to LittleBit. They got along fine.
Then it was time for me to leave. At that time (before I retired) I was an over the road trucker. Bubba became my truck cat.
he owned the truck
A few months went by. Me and Bubba got a long fine.
One Cat on the Truck was good. SO..
Meet LeRoy
One Cat is good? Two cats are better.
And so it was. For a couple of years me, Bubba and LerRoy roamed the roads. We hauled "stuff" hither and yon.
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All good things must come to an end.
and it did.
Obama was elected, the economy crashed. The Coal mines closed I was out of a job, mostly. No one needed any more yellow iron. I sold the big truck and got a smaller one to haul smaller freight...and the truck caught fire.
and that's a story in it's own self.
the bad luck cascaded and I acquired a stress related 'condition' and could no longer drive...so me and the boys are at home...
Keep On Steemin