Leo: The clothes thief
by Jessica Holubik
(Chesapeake, Virginia USA)
That's him alright!
I have a male cat named Leo and hes about 8 months old. We adopted him from Animal Control and fell in love with him immediately. He is the type of cat that will let you do anything to him and just not care!
The funny thing is, he decided to take a spot up in my bed. So therefore i think he thinks that hes the boss of my room! He will steal my clothes (and i mean nice shirts) and walk off with them in his mouth very nonchalantly.
I really don't know what this is about or what he does with them, but i think it is funny! Matter of fact, i need to go look for them because I haven't seen them since. They are worth some money!
Prince- Loves Straws
by Susie Smith
(Acworth Ga, Cobb County)
"Yummy I Get My Own Straw!"
My Cat Prince loves straws and believe it
or not, he uses them to get him a drink!
A silly cat called Hobo.
I don't know who came up with the name Hobo but I think it was mom. I have heard of dogs called Hobo but not cats, still the name suited him very well because in a lot of ways he was more like a dog than a cat.
He was silly too, but lovable silly. In fact I could not help but love that cat and the silly things he did. Cats are supposed to hate water, well Hobo did too but every time that someone turned on a faucet he would come charging at it, stick his head under the running water, then immediately scramble off to a corner, shake himself silly and then if the faucet was still running charge back for more!
You could not keep him away from it, he would fight you to get at the water. More than once he ended up in a half filled bath and had to be helped out. We had to be very careful when running hot water.
Just like a dog, hobo would lie in wait for the mail to come through the mail slot. As it came through he'd leap and catch at least one in his claws. He'd roll as if he'd caught a mouse and tear at the mail with his back claws.
As he grew older he calmed down but still kept us amused with silly antics and silly expressions on his face. He had favorite shelf that he liked to stretch out on, lying on the edge with two legs hanging over. He watched us folks going back and from with an open mouth as if appalled at our silly ways!
When time came to say goodbye we did not try to replace him, there couldn't be another cat like that. Bless you Hobo.