Tut...my Sweetest Cat.

Cats are assholes. Everyone knows this. They knock shit off your dresser just for fun. They eat off your plate. They dig in your plants then track dirt onto your pillow. They drink out of the toilet then lick your nose.

My Tut came to me through FaceBook. A local group had a posting for a cat that needed re-homing. An Egyptian Mau. $50.

Some people hate re-homers. Take the cat with you or don't get a cat. This isn't a practical attitude. Circumstances change. Jobs are lost and found elsewhere. People get sick, people die. Sometimes an animal just can't fit into its home well for whatever reason.

This young couple were in the military and were being reassigned to a place where they could only have 2 cats. You can't bargain with military housing. So lucky me they decided to re-home Tut.

I met him. He was gorgeous. We hit it off immediately. His mom waived the $50. fee and I took Tut home with some of his toys so he'd have something familiar.

That was over a year ago. Tut had a period of adjustment. He pooped inappropriately. He was a little aggressive with my 2 geriatric cats. I played with him every day. I took him for walks. He follows me when we walk and we meow back and forth to keep track of one another and the other cats who join us.

I found him a playmate closer to his own age at the Marathon shelter. That was Boris. They got along like a house afire and are close as 2 young male cats can be. Which means they fight more than cuddle but they are active and healthy and having fun. Boris is my Grand Duke, a Russian Blue and an entirely different sort of cat (well a more normal cat--aloof but interested). He fits into our eclectic cathouse.

Tut became an angel. He hasn't had a rogue poop in ages. He's even good with the foster kittens I take in. He licks them and cuddles with them and they follow him around like any tot after a bigger brother.

Tut fights with the little kits too...but never ever hurts them. The tiny ones squeal when it gets intense. But they always come back for more. When I put wet food out Tut waits patiently while the 2 kittens wolf down their share. He could brain them both and eat first but he choses not to. There's always enough food, Bast be praised. Tut watches and waits his turn.

Gita, my remaining geriatric is a bit ghost-like herself...halfway over the rainbow bridge after her brother Sita ... I know she channels Sita when she has her rare mischievous moments and knocks stuff off my dresser. Normally she seems to levitate above stuff, dainty like a dancer. She nudges in for food stubbornly and firmly. She's the matriarch and will have her share. The kittens chase her tail and shadow her around but she pretty much ignores them.

(Boris doesn't eat with the others--he's on his own schedule)

Well that's a very brief sketch of my Tut.

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