Ruby Tuesday, here is our beloved, dearly departed Grady. The best cat ever - for us, anyway. He was a stray who kept coming around and every time we opened our door, he scooted right in. We had 2 other cats in the house, but as soon as he walked in the door, he was the King. He would paw at the door when the visit was over. We adopted him as our 'Outdoor Cat.' However when some nasty felines wounded him more than once, costing us several hundred dollars in vet bills, my husband decided that it was time for Grady to become an indoor cat. It took many months before he would stop pawing at the door to get out.
Once declared an 'Indoor Cat,' he took to defending our new cat, "Little Bit" from the clutches of Fanny, who hated Little Bit from the moment she laid eyes on him. She would corner him and then just sit there until the poor little thing would have no choice but to wet in the corner. But when Grady came inside, that harrassment stopped. Grady defended Little Bit and chased Fanny any time he could. Tooky still thought he was the alpha cat, and Grady, gentleman that he was, let him think that.
One day I woke to find Grady dead on the kitchen floor. My husband was distraught. They had become such good buddies, as Frank was retired and he and Grady were BFFs. Just a year later, my beloved Frank passed away as well. So now I think of them together at the Rainbow bridge waiting for the other cats to follow. And I'm sure that Grady is eagerly awaiting Fanny's arrival so he can chase her all over again.
Aunt Millie - I'm once again joining Wendy, this fortnight's host at Tag Tuesday. And because I used some numbers in this tag, I'm also joining Try it on Tuesday. I ca...
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