This is Bob.
Notice "no tail". That's not genetic; that's amputated. Which, in my opinion, adds to the considerable charm Bob generates when he enters a room.
Our latest animal rescue is courtesy of Petco and the "Dallas Cat Lady". No joke. She exists. And she isn't as crazy as people would like to make her out to be.
Bob weighs a hefty 12 pounds. Doug and Tex, at three times that weight, are scared stiff of this little feline.
If either of the dogs is in the same room and Bob makes even a peep of a noise, such as a sneeze or a purr or a low hiss or meow, they back off at least five feet. Tex usually exits stage right.
They learned all about cats by meeting Tigger, our friend's cat who lives with two greyhounds and one dachshund puppy. If you guessed Tigger ran the roost, you'd be spot on.
Bob will steal your heart, so we hope you come and meet him soon.
Just come before he is so spoiled that he refuses an audience with anybody who doesn't come packing Albacore tuna, mouse-flavored treats and Perrier for his water bowl.
*This is the first post in which I have posted a picture. Can you believe I figured out how to push the "Add Image" button and download a picture ALL BY MYSELF? Me, either.
Hi Bob!!!! Is he named Bob because he looks like a Bobcat??
ReplyDeleteBob came to us with that name, so I'm not sure. But I'd take even bets on his name matching the closest looking animal in the feline kingdom!
ReplyDeletePart of what I loved about him WAS his name. Having a Bob and a Doug is just hysterical in my warped mind. Now I just need another Clyde :)