« Beauty tip? | Main | Luke-A-Pie »
Rufus
October 30, 2007I was watching TV at my parents' house in Clay County when I heard a low, guttural growl come from deep inside our house cat Rasputin, or "Pootie" for short, who was outside prowling.
I was immediately worried and went out to investigate, expecting to find blood and guts and maybe a bobcat around.
Instead, I found a new cat on the roof.
Pootie was up in a tree howling at the cat, and it howled back.
Being the hopeless romantic I am (in the cat world, at least), I thought that Pootie had found himself a girl and was desperately trying to woo her.
It became a regular show.
Every time a storm blew through the area, we'd find the new cat up on the roof, Pootie would start howling, and the new cat would never come down. We'd chunk hot dogs, ham, any kind of throwable leftovers up on the roof for her to eat and we even put a bowl of water up there.
We named her Stormy because of the occasion of her arrivals.
I admired her, really, for sticking to her guns, refusing to come down. She was protecting her virtue from big, bad Rasputin, I thought.
Or at least that's the story I had concocted, which my Pop quickly destroyed with one observance.
Stormy is a boy.
And so there was no wooing, just a jostling for power, with Pootie refusing to let Stormy(?) come down.
Yeah, I realized quickly we needed a new name.
And Rufus (get it -- roof?) was christened. He still shows up every once in a while, on the roof of course, and we throw food up to him.
But the romance has died.
Posted by Lara Richards at 08:29 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
