UMMM> Tilda is also MY dog. I want to tell you about Tombstone, our cat. We got him when he was about 6 weeks old at the Humane Society. He was named that by them because he was found up a tree in the cemetary. He grew up to be almost 18 pounds...he is huge. Not fat, just huge. When he jumps into your lap..you know it. He has always been just a good old cat. We brought him here in his kennel, which he loved and cried to get into every night at exactly 5:30 pm. He did not cry once on the trip. He meowed a little, but mostly just slept with his lambie that he has had his whole life.
Once we got here, he became a dog. He sits by the dinner table waiting for scraps like the dogs. If he does not get them fast enough, he will stretch out and try to get something off your plate. (I told you he was big.) He will pat my lap just to make sure I know he is there. He will jump onto a chair and stare at you if you do not give him something. He sits and waits with the dogs for a doggie cookie when we hand them out. NONE of these behaviors occurred until we moved here. He is also addicted to what I call kitty crack. It is dried bonita tuna flakes and heaven help you if you forget to give him some before you go to bed. He will complain all night!
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