Yes, this is a post about my cat. His name is Bones and he is our baby. You are about to hear the story about how Bones became a Burr.
Autumn 2011. The phone rings, I check the caller ID (yes I am a screener when the number actually shows up) and it is Mel Mel. I answer and immediately I hear her voice coo at me as she asks how our animal loving family is doing today.
I knew instantly someone needed a home.
She filled me in on how that morning a starved feral kitten had showed up on her back deck. It was starved, a little crazy and had ripped apart her garbage.
With a sigh and absolutely no fight, Keith and I agreed to come get him when we came to town. Keith and I had to go get Gage from Mel's anyways and then we all had to run up to Geroy's Do It Best center to grab some supplies. When we arrived at Melissa's, a whole gaggle of kids came running out of the house. They were so excited to tell us about the kitten and their morning shenanigans. They opened the garage door and the kitten came flying out and started basically running up and down Melissa's nephews body. I took one look at this guy and knew we had our work cut out for us. He was so skinny and looked starved in so many ways. So we loaded him into the cat carrier and Gage insisted on holding the carrier on his lap as we drove. The kitten when absolutely berserk! You would have thought we put him in there with a dog! Uff... if you can use your imagination to imagine what happened for the next hour, I would really appreciate it. I cannot bring myself to torture those with weaker stomachs this morning.
We eventualy make it home after a long and tedious drive, and open the cat carrier in the yard. The kitten flee's! We stand and watch hopelessly as he runs and hides. We already have two half wild cats that we had rescued a few weeks prior (Punky and Trigger [Trigger is since gone]), so we just hope he is able to connect with them. Gage sits on the steps for hours that day coaxing the kitten to him, and I hope he does so I can give the kitten a wormer treatment. Gage conquers the moment I step outside with a big plate of canned milk. Works everytime!!!!
We decide to name him Bones, because that is basically what he is. Skin and Bones.
He and Gage become fast friends. If you were to look out the window you would usually see Gage with the cat wrapped around his neck in a way that would have PETA knocking down our door. Every time I pick up the sack of fur and bones, he starts suckling on my hand like he is just a newborn. Honestly, it would freak me out, but I always just assumed it was a coping mechanism.
Sweet kitty right? Yeah right. Within the first month, he had busted out all of the panes of our basement window trying to get to us. If we were in the living room watching a movie, he would latch himself onto the screen of the window until someone had mercy on him.
Then we got Miss Rayne, the mixed breed 5 week old black puppy. We thought... this isn't so bad! Rayne was smaller than Bones and so sweet and cuddly and fat. Four weeks later, Bones was a chew toy. Rayne would throw him in the air and he would just take it! No fighting or anything, he would just lay there and cry :( The last straw was when I ran outside to save him and he was bleeding.
He got to move inside.
We set up the litter box and he took to it immediately. He took to getting dragged around and he took to getting put to bed with Gage.
It is now three months later and Bones has a completely new attitude. I cut him off from the hand suckling a while ago, but he still tries to get me in the middle of the night. I burrow under the covers and he now has figured out how to get under there. Keith usually has to step in and Bones gets put at the foot of the bed. He follows me around the house whining when he is ready for me to go to bed. If he doesn't see me, he will stalk me in the bathroom. If he manages to get the door open he usually proceeds to meow at me till I cut my "visit" short. He gets diluted milk in the evenings, but will follow me around chewing me out all day prior. He whines every time Gage picks him up now, and I don't feel bad because at least he is leaving me alone. He and Cote hate each other with a fire of a thousand suns.
All and all he has basically turned into one of the kids. I always thought it was so cliche when people would say that, but I completely get it now, lol.
That you for reading an entire post about our cat!
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