So we have a cat. He’s a bit of a bugger. He had a name, but now he’s most often know as “Little Devil” and, depending on the situation, “you’re some bad!”.
At 15lbs, our “little” fella is not really that little. He’s beautiful though, with luxurious long black fur.
The problem is, he has sort of a devious temperament. He likes to be chased around the house, and will do pretty much whatever it takes to get a chase on the go. Often, soon after greeting you with a rub of his head, he’ll playfully give you a quick bite and take off - so whenever he comes by, you just naturally “tense up”. We tried to break him of this behavior early on, but now, to him, the spray bottle is little more than a joke. It’s an especially terrifying time when you get ready to turn in for the night - as soon as the lights go out, you have to just run and jump for the bed. An attack could come from God Knows Where.
So this has given us a bad impression of cats in general. That’s why it felt so odd when Larry first showed up.
Larry is also a black cat. I should say that Larry was originally know as Linda, but after an awkward situation shared between us, his correct sex was determined. But being a black cat is where the similarities to Little Devil end.
Larry has been coming around for several months now, but more often in the last few weeks. He’s visited us every day for a snack in the morning then sometimes again in the evening - often staying the whole night. When he first started showing up he was in bad shape - his fur was matted, he smelled and was quite jumpy and distrustful of humans. But he warmed up before long. Now he’ll walk along with us when we come home and will follow us into the house as far as the porch - his usual sleeping place.
He’s also looking much more healthy now, and we’ve realized that he absolutely loves anyone who will offer a good belly rub. He’s not really big on being picked up (looses patience with it after a few minutes and starts wiggling), but as soon as I sit down outside, he comes right over and invites himself into my lap - on his own, he’ll stay there for as long as I’ll allow.
To me though, the oddest thing about Larry is that he’s never bitten or clawed either of us - not even once.
So our Little Devil is not too impressed with his presence. As I said, we often invite Larry in as far as our porch, especially on cold nights. Out Little Devil just sits there, on the opposite side of the french door, staring, seemingly scheming some sort of cat revenge. Larry finishes his snack and jumps up onto his chair for the night, ignoring the evil on the other side. When we go out in the porch to visit him before bed, he’ll roll over and purr and show his appreciation for our touching him. The Little Devil just stares, often for the whole night.
So, after several weeks of trying to introduce the two, the official cat is clearly not warming up to the unofficial one. As such, we’ve decided to start posting some pictures of Larry on here in the hopes of finding a home for him. Plus, having more then one cat ups my internal “crazy cat lady” warning system to Yellow (a colour coded scale that I’ve personally monitored for years, but seems to be suspiciously similar to that of another group).
Vital Stats.
- Name: Larry the Cat
- Address: Various Houses in the area
- Weight: 10lbs
- Age: Maybe 1 to 3 years
- Size: Meduim
- Hair Colour: Black
- Sex: Male
- Claws: Yes
- Neutered: Don’t think so
- Temperament: Timid but extremely friendly
Enjoys long naps, moonlight strolls and extended grooming sessions. Looking for a long term relationship and ready to settle down and warm the feet of one lucky owner from now on.
