Throw Back Thursday: Mr. Fancypants.
We got Fancypants in the Fall of 1997. I don’t remember why we suddenly decided we needed another cat (we had Spanky, Spot, and Tubby already), but we did, and so we went to Huntsville Animal Services. We had decided on a longhair tabby girl, but when we went to fill out the paperwork, someone else had already decided to adopt her. So we looked again, and saw her brother, and adopted him instead!
In the evenings, when we watched TV, he’d get up in Fred’s lap and roll onto his back. While Fred petted him, he’d slowly slide down Fred’s legs to the floor, lay there in a puddle, and then hop back up. He’d do it over and over again.
In May 2003, he escaped the back yard, and just never came home. We spent weeks searching for him, with no luck. Four months later, deciding that the house was oddly “empty” with “only” four cats, we adopted Mister Boogers from Challenger’s House.
Tuesday night Fred let Dennis out into the downstairs for a while. Stefan came along, and Dennis chirped excitedly. They played for a few minutes, and then it was time for bed. We closed the foster room door and Fred left his bedroom door open (we kept the screen door at the bottom of the stairs closed), and after about half an hour, Fred reported that Dennis wouldn’t leave his feet alone. So Fred shut his bedroom door, and we opened the screen door. Dennis had access to the downstairs all night, and I heard him talking and playing for a good part of the night. At one point, he bounded across my bed and flew up onto the cat tree by the window. When Fred got up in the morning, Dennis was curled up in the pagoda cat tree (upstairs). Fred shut the screen door during the day, and Dennis mostly snoozed all day long. He actually didn’t seem at all concerned about not being able to get into the foster room, so that’s good.
I can live with him running around the house at night and hanging out upstairs during the day – well, I can live with him running around the house during the day, too, if he wants to. He’s not a problem, and I don’t mind having him here until we can find him a home. Which will hopefully be soon!
The foster room is scrubbed, stocked with fresh litter, food, and water. In a few hours I’ll be picking up the new guys (no, it’s not a pregnant cat; in fact, there’s no mama in the picture at all this time around), and tomorrow you’ll get to meet them!
2013: “Mama! I am CLEAN ENOUGH!”
2012: “Cannot. Move. Halp…”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: It’s going to be awfully quiet around here without them!
2008: At 4 weeks old, they’re wild little things!
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.