pat sublett
Well-known Member
I'm no PITA person, in fact the only pet that I let in the house is Mama. I have changed a lot over the years though. I don't enjoy killing things anymore like I once did. use to kill Jack Rabbits and varmints of all kind, just for the fun of it. Loved all kind of hunting, not any more.
About 10-12 years ago, I was laying rock on a house that I was building about 100 yards from the house that I was living in. A little half grown cat appeared out of no where. He hung around all day like I belonged to him. It was late fall and kind of cool. The next morning when I started to work, He was asleep in a 5 gallon bucket that was laying on it's side. My wife put an old feed sack in the bucket and brought me another bucket to carry water in. That cat was there to meet me every morning all Fall .He slept in that bucket every night He never got in the way but just hung around. To make a long story short, wherever I was that cat was there, just like a dog. I could holler "Fred" and he would come running no matter where he was around the place. He got big, Ill bet 20 lbs. Again to shorten a long story, I had to put Old Fred down this morning. Wasn't easy. He had urinary tract problems. The last time the vet worked on him, he said if he got down again, wasn't much he could do for him. He was just an animal, a worthless cat, but I sure got attached to that old fella.
About 10-12 years ago, I was laying rock on a house that I was building about 100 yards from the house that I was living in. A little half grown cat appeared out of no where. He hung around all day like I belonged to him. It was late fall and kind of cool. The next morning when I started to work, He was asleep in a 5 gallon bucket that was laying on it's side. My wife put an old feed sack in the bucket and brought me another bucket to carry water in. That cat was there to meet me every morning all Fall .He slept in that bucket every night He never got in the way but just hung around. To make a long story short, wherever I was that cat was there, just like a dog. I could holler "Fred" and he would come running no matter where he was around the place. He got big, Ill bet 20 lbs. Again to shorten a long story, I had to put Old Fred down this morning. Wasn't easy. He had urinary tract problems. The last time the vet worked on him, he said if he got down again, wasn't much he could do for him. He was just an animal, a worthless cat, but I sure got attached to that old fella.