Apparently my writings yesterday about the weather got through to somebody important because the sun is out!  And it’s Friday!  Double whoo-hoo!!

OK.  I’ve mentioned about getting to a story sent in by one of my regular readers.  And I’ve actually met these readers more than once, so I kinda know them.  Anyway, the events are about a week ago so it’s kinda dated but still a good read.

Dear Pozo,

Well, it looks like you can add another to your growing list of extended family.  I first arrived at this house approximately four weeks ago. I think I was dropped off by my previous owners to go on my own to find food and shelter … which is kinda bunk.  But it is what it is.  Anyway, I had a feeling this house would take care of me, and boy have they ever. I was fed at least twice a day and cuddled a lot, but I could not go inside the house. Why?  Well, they have this other female cat that seems to “own” the house. In fact I snuck in one time, and she kicked my butt! Anyway, I was taken to the Vet last Wednesday to get checked for fleas, worms, etc. and to get spayed. Everyone thought I was a “she.” While on the surgery table, the doctor double-checked me, and guess what? I am a HE!! Surprise, surprise, and I was already neutered.

That’s kinda funny.  How many times do you think this cat tried to tell the humans he was a he and not a she?  I have a friend that comes by once in awhile and neither AH nor FP can tell what sex it is.  So, we call it Pat Cat.

I was also de-clawed, so I had to stay until next afternoon. I guess the female in the house is also de-clawed, and they didn’t want me to hurt her. Friday I had my own 35-foot RV to stay in while I recuperated. I was still pretty groggy from the anesthesia, so I napped all day. My human stayed with me all afternoon, evening, and through the night. Today is Saturday, and I am feeling so much better. We are still in the RV, probably until Monday when my feet should be ok. I sure don’t want that female chasing me all over the house with sore feet.

I am anxious to visit my new home and hopefully have a sister to take care of me. I am about four years old (the vet says) and a grey/white tabby. I absolutely love people and love to talk, so they named me Gabby Cat.

I’ll get some pics up on Monday, and have some more details about Gabby Cat’s first trip inside the house.  It’s pretty good.

Thanks for all the visits this week, and I hope you have a fine weekend.  See you on Monday.

The Wumpus