Knives on my cat

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Beautiful cat (he's going for 12 pounds, says I. Let it be known when he's fully outgrown. Two years, I believe, makes an adult) and beautiful knife ! You win it all !

TY! I’m hoping for a 15-pounder. 😁
 
Well which is it there young feller?
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Well, fork me with a stick, you made me go look it up:

Name
Domestic/Semi-Feral/Feral
Source
Current Status
Pajamas​
Domestic​
Private​
MIA​
PJ​
Domestic​
Private​
Given to Carol, now named Tribble​
Jelly
Domestic
Private/CL
Turned Feral – Returned!
Butter​
Domestic​
Private​
MIA​
Egg​
Domestic​
Private​
MIA​
Bacon​
Domestic​
Cheryl’s Mom​
Given to Elkton Farm Store – fate unknown​
Toast​
Feral​
Trapped​
MIA​
Biscuit​
Semi-Feral​
Mike Hunter​
Died​
Gravy​
Semi-Feral​
Mike Hunter​
MIA​
Pancake​
Semi-Feral​
Mike Hunter​
MIA​
Syrup​
Domestic​
Karen​
Died 9-25-21​
Oatmeal​
Domestic​
Susan​
Died​
Waffle
Semi-Feral
Megan
Grits​
Semi-Feral​
Megan​
MIA​
Butter​
Semi-Feral​
Megan​
Died​
Egg
Semi-Feral
Megan
Biscuit
Semi-Feral
Megan
Toast
Domestic
Susan
Cereal
Domestic
Susan
Pigpen​
Domestic​
Susan​
Died​
Oatmeal​
Domestic​
Susan​
Died​
Pancake​
Domestic​
Susan​
Died Aug 21​
Butter (formerly Pigpen)​
Domestic​
Susan​
Bacon​
Domestic​
Susan​
Died July 21​
Pigpen (formerly Butter)​
Domestic​
Pritchard’s Distillery​
Donut​
Domestic​
Stray/Dumped​
Bacon​
Domestic​
Stray/Dumped​
 
Man, I think I need a cat.

I had a cat named Felix growing up. He was definitely a cat. You could call to him and he would come about halfway, stop, sit down facing away from you, and you might get a look over his shoulder. You had to come to him. He liked to play with coiled pipe cleaners and ropes/strings.

Also had a gigantic yellow and hairy tabby named Cosmo. He was a super-rugged cat. Just pure muscle. He would disappear for days or weeks and show back up battered, wounded, or scarred but healthy enough. He was friendly and enjoyed human company.

They were both a credit to their species. I should be so lucky to get another cat like either of them.
 
Man, I think I need a cat.

I had a cat named Felix growing up. He was definitely a cat. You could call to him and he would come about halfway, stop, sit down facing away from you, and you might get a look over his shoulder. You had to come to him. He liked to play with coiled pipe cleaners and ropes/strings.

Also had a gigantic yellow and hairy tabby named Cosmo. He was a super-rugged cat. Just pure muscle. He would disappear for days or weeks and show back up battered, wounded, or scarred but healthy enough. He was friendly and enjoyed human company.

They were both a credit to their species. I should be so lucky to get another cat like either of them.
Go for it. There are a lot of shelters that are full of cats wanting a good home. Seems people want kittens and over look cats that are more than a few months old. Pets do the sould good
 
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