Two weeks ago the comic strip, Rhymes with Orange, featured a large dog with its master’s shoe between its paws advising a cat, “I’d always though you had to be good before you could be great, but I’m learning that if people think you’re a great dog, no one minds if you’re not a good dog.”
The same thing applies to cats.
Meet Newton: a great cat with a cornucopia of bad habits, like tearing apart the bed and sleeping under the pillow. This is why I wake up in the morning with cat fur stuck to my mouth. He also scratches furniture when he wants something, goes through my files and chews up research material, and poops behind the TV.
Newton is a Maine Coon knock-off. He looks like a Maine Coon, he’s smart like a Maine Coon, but he came from the ASPCA. As one friend put it, “People who own Maine Coons don’t allow them to consort with riff-raff.
I found him curled up in his cage with his sisters at the ASPCA. He was handsome, bright, and charming. He was the smallest kitchen we ever had and grew into the largest cat we have ever had. He replaced, Kudzu, our beloved white and tan long hair, the cat who wouldn’t be held.
Newton is the mother of us all. He will groom anything–a foot stool, a stuffed animal, the other cats, people. He gives full-body hugs. He is the family guard cat and positions himself where he can see my husband in his office and the stairs, where I will come up from my office. I have seen him follow a guest around the house until he was satisfied the guest was okay. We have purchased numerous fancy cat houses for him. He rejects them all in favor of cardboard boxes, mostly pasta display boxes, ones he can see out of, which we keep around the house for him.
Happy New Year.