by mockingster

Created on: March 30, 2009

My entire life I have lived with cats, they were all strays as far as I can remember. Somehow they would find their way into our house and we would adopt them.

Twelve years ago, on the 22nd of February was born a litter of four kittens to yet another stray cat, 3 females and 1 male. Three of them have died and we are left with fatso a recently acquired name for obvious reasons but otherwise all our cats have been call puss. I really do not know why we never ever gave them names.

Fatso is actually my cat but once I got married (eleven years ago) and left home she has become my father's best friend. She is ever so faithful. It is almost unimaginable she is like a dog except for the fact that when you call her she only comes on her terms.

Why I say she is like a dog it is because many a time she has warned us of strangers either in our garden or in our back verandah. I can remember one day when I was at home alone and having my afternoon siesta, Fatso came to me and knocked her head on my leg and kept running towards the room door.
She did this about two or three times and I therefore thought I better go and take a look. True enough there was a stranger probably a thief in our back garden who was rather startled when I appeared, he mumbled something when I asked him what he was doing in my garden and he then made a hasty retreat over the wall.

She reacts in different ways in different situations. Sometimes if there is a stranger in our premises she senses it and takes off like a bullet and goes and hides under the bed but coming out again and peering under the curtain to see what is happening. One night, my father and mother were watching Television and Fatso who was sleeping outside in the back verandah suddenly sprinted into the house and up to them and then disappeared into the room.
This was a sure sign that somebody had come in. Sure enough there was somebody when my father went and checked.

Fatso is really adorable.
She never puts out her claws when she plays with you. She is absolutely terrified of strangers. She screams her head off when you take her to the vets -sometime it is ever so embarrassing as it is so loud we often get strange looks are you killing your cat look?

Recently Fatso has started a new thing. Before her morning meal she flops down on the ground and she demands at least ten minutes of TLC from my father. It is only after that will she have her food.

I go to my parents once a week and the first person to meet me is Fatso before I do anything I have to pet her and speak to her and before I leave in the evening I have to speak to her again and give her a kiss.

Whenever I call home I never fail to ask how Fatso is doing and what is she doing? Sometimes my mother makes a statement to the effect that I inquire more about her than about them. I really love Fatso very much.

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