We have a cat. We have not had a pet for 45 years (yes I know that makes us a minority life form on the planet we call Earth), so because this is such a rare occurrence, please bear with me as I tell you the story of how he came to be part of our family and why we love him so.
When I first saw him he was way out in our field with his head in a hole and his tail sticking straight up. I am embarrassed to say that I thought it was a baby mountain lion. When I learned otherwise, I said “Here Kitty, Kitty” and he came and let me pet him, much to my surprise. Obviously he used to be someone’s pet.
I fed him. I know. I know. But he was SO skinny! But that did not last long. In only two short months, he went from a skinny seven pounds to a beast that barely fits on my lap
I named him “Sir Cat”. I had a “Mr. Wee Paws” as a child and there was something about keeping the formal theme going that appealed to me. But the thing about him that is quite special is that he likes to take walks with us! It is the strangest thing. Be sure to watch the video.
I am constantly surprised by his actions. He will catch a rodent and bring it to the back door to proudly show it off. He will find me sitting on the front porch or down working in my garden and come and sit by me — excuse me, SLEEP by me. And he does love to sleep.
Now, I had cats and kittens as a child, lots of them, but I don’t remember them, especially male cats, acting like he does (he’s very docile and sweet — does not fight back when threatened). Our males used to have muscles hard as a rock and be out all night and come back with scratches and scars. Jim says that it is probably because now all pets are spayed or neutered — a sign of the times. None of our cats were fixed back in the day.
One night shortly after we got him, I heard another cat on our front porch and he was trying to corner my Sir Cat! I immediately thought that our “he” was a “she” and must be in heat. Jim suggested I take it in to be fixed. The Humane Society in Maynardville saw that it was a “red” when they pulled him out of the pet carrier and immediately assumed it was a male (definitely later confirmed by the vet). He also had already been neutered. That explained his personality.
The interesting thing I later learned is that there are significantly more male orange tabby cats than females, and here is why:
…an orange cat is more likely to be a male. For a female cat to be orange, she must inherit two orange genes — one from her mother (orange, calico, or tortoiseshell) and one from her father (who must be orange). A male cat needs only one orange gene, which he gets from his mother (orange, calico, or tortoiseshell). This is because the gene that codes for orange fur is on the X chromosome, and like humans, females have two Xs and males are XY. Genes on the X chromosome are said to be sex-linked. (source website)
Learn more about orange tabby cats.
Well, that brings me to what makes Sir Cat so special. A few weeks later, Jim and I started off down the driveway to take a short walk to the end of the road and here comes Sir Cat running down the drive to join us — meowing loudly as if we were leaving him behind. With little encouragement, he stayed up with us the whole walk. It is a hoot to watch.
Sir Cat. Another thing to love about our life in Sharps Chapel. Life is an Adventure.