||Four years old|
is my cat Shaggy. I got him from my neighbors in Tustin,
California who were evicted from their condo and could not take him with
them. My gain. They got him out of a box in front of a grocery store.
I think he is part Russian Blue and part Chartreaux. And I believe he
is about four years old. Shaggy used to be an outdoor cat, but was
attacked by a coyote two Christmases ago and lived to tell about it.
Well, his Mom tells about it. His tail is about two inches shorter than
it was and his little shoulder blades are a little misaligned as a
result. But he is the biggest, healthiest darn cat I know. He is so
special and what makes him extra special is that now I have my very own
alarm clock. Even though I don't get up until 6:30, he expects me to
get up at 5:30 or before. And the ritual is, get out of bed, go into
the living room by the sliding glass door and fluff up his dry food so
he can eat his breakfast. If I don't do this, he will literally stand
there with this adorable look on his face and say "I'm waiting, you know
the drill." What would I do without my little man, The Shagster?