My stories of our three cat families, and other cat encounters
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
When a tabby cat showed up on our deck in late 2013, The Hubby called him "Tiger". I went along with that for only a short while, because Patty's true personality blossomed with regular feedings and a place to sleep. We trapped him and transported him to a low-cost spay and neuter clinic on the first day of Spring 2014, and I listed his name on the paperwork as "Patrick O'Malley". He is a very special kitty, even though he really doesn't want to be inside. The Hubby now calls him Patty From The Alley, or Patus O'Mallus. I call him every loving and nonsensical name I can, as he's my special kitty.