It's Farm Cat Friday and I am here to maaaa to you all about the new kitty on the Farm. So without further ado here is my intermew with him:
So everyone is just dying to know - just what IS your name?
First I want to meow how happy I am to be a new Farm cat. Second I want to meow that I had NOTHING to do with my name. The male person around this place picked it out. I don't think I am happy with it but it is better than being called "Kitty" or "VisitorCat." At least with a name I feel like I belong.
My name is Stubby.
As if it was MY fault something happened to my tail
As if it was MY fault I was hurt.
I think I might take this out on that male person somehow.
So erm, Stubby, what's your story?
I'm keeping some of my secrets. It's a cat's way but I can tell you that I've been roaming around the neighborhood for a while. I would visit here and visit there but I never really had a place to call home. Then one night it was really, really cold and I was singing my song outside the door of the yurt and the publicist let me in. She saw how cold I was. She saw that I had ice balls stuck to my paws. She decided enough was enough and that I was going to be a Farm cat.
They packed me off to the vet and I came home a little lighter than I left if you know what I mean. I don't know if I'm happy about that or not but the publicist says I'll be healthier. Healthy is good - I don't want to be sick! The vet told her I weighed 16 pounds (it's all muscle!), I was somewhere between two and three (I will not confirm or deny this) and that I was part Maine Coon Cat. I am not discussing my parents either.
I will meow that I miss the outside. I want to roam. It's what a big, strong cat does. But living here does have it's perks.
What kind of Perks?
You can see my nip pile in the photo where I'm staring out the window. I'm just finishing it up here.
There is also regular food. I did not have that when I was roaming.
Food is good.
I get choices here too - and I don't have to catch it. It just shows up on a plate!
Gotta love that.
I get along with most of the other Farm cats. This Sherpa dude has issues with me. I don't know why. I'm pretty laid back. He hisses and yowls at me for no good reason. I haven't attacked him or anything. I mean I've sniffed him and stuff but nothing more than that.
He's always watching me.
WHAT is that about?
I'm not going to take anything of his.
I think he's being silly but I figure he'll get used to me.
Especially after my nip.
So what are your plans?
I'm going to eat and nap and stare out the window. The publicist says I can go back outside in a few days - after I have "recovered" from my operation whatever that means. I feel just fine! I think she's been silly.
For now I'll find a place to rest.
Stay out of Sherpa's way.
And enjoy the good life of being a Farm cat.
There's always somewhere new to explore!
I think I'm going to love it here.
I hope you all enjoyed this intermew with Stubby the Farm cat. I'm sure you'll be seeing him around in future weeks. Tomorrow you'll see more photos of my new great grandkid!