Spaz would like to interview the handsome Chief Red Cloud.
How did you get your name?
Well you see, mommy is all into the Native First Nations history and because I'm a Red Point Himmy, she named me "Chief Red Cloud" and the added name is the name that describes more of my personality "He-Who-Stands-Firm". I was given this name because even if Top Cat, "Fuzz "Black-Toe" attacks ('cause he hates me..), I stand firm, ears forward, no swishing of tail, eye wide open and am always just playful, never fighting, so mommy gave me this name because I do stand firm and never run from anything (oops, except the grooming tools!!)
Do you have any nicknames?
Yes I do. "White Boy" is mommy's favorite! Isn't that racist or something?! I swear! She calls me "Jelly Roll" when it's grooming time (you know, like the famous old jazz singer, Jelly Roll Morton? Mommy loves jazz, and she always sings to me "Flat face, I love you; flat face, I neeeeed youuuu . . ." (My face is so flat it's almost inverted she said. {{{sigh}}} Also my nostrils are so tiny!
Ah, mom sometimes calls me "Pop's-eye" because my one eye looks so much like her dad's eye (my grandpappy that I never got to meet, but hear he was a really special guy . . . even though he did refer to cats as "germs"!!!)
Do you have any odd personality quirks?
Me? LOL I'm a Himmy - Pretty much anything we do is quirky. Mommy just got a free Bassinett off Craigslist the other day - she said the "bones" were good, but the linens were filthy, she brought it home, threw the linens into the wash with soap and bleach, cleaned and sanitized every single part of the thing and now it looks like new! I nap there every day and she has lots of pictures of it - some may find my sleeping in a bassinet quirky, I don't know. I sure look like the cutest baby in there, though! I can do the exorcist-twist when mommy's grooming me (head one way, body the other), I can play futbol with balls and tinkly balls, by myself or with people, I can keep your neck warm at night because I like sleeping on it, and my purr will help you sleep, I'm always dressed to the 9s as long as mommy grooms me every day, I'm gorgeous, I like to dash to and fro for no reason, my head alone while just sitting there does the same thing. I'm t
Do you remember your 'gotcha day'?
I had 2 "gotcha" days with mom. She got me the first day she saw my picture in
the shelter. I mean . . . wouldn't you have? Look at my dirtyness and I stank!!
About 5 days later the original owners came forward, showed his papers and they were told he had already been adopted out (it took them 4 months, but I had gone through ringworm treatments, among many others as I had, as my owners told it, escaped during the move from New York. The shelter called mom, she called them, they came to see me, I jumped in mommies arms with my arms around her neck - very tightly.
Mom put off giving me back, but after about a month was feeling bad because as they said "it was an accident that he had gotten out during the move". She loved me so much she couldn't imagine how much they loved me; even though they breeded and breeded me (was also show-cat quality too). Mom decided to give me back as long as there was an open relationship.
Mom called often to check up on me. Then one month she hadn't heard back - just the answering machine again and again with no call-backs; then the answering machine stopped! She thought they moved again and was she sad (she told me later). About 2-3 weeks later she got a call that "unfortunately he got out again (and they even slipped that there was another time he was out for 7 days and this time it had been 11 days, and during a harsh storm; our worst of the year!).
Mommy told me she was so pissed off like you wouldn't believe, but acted cool with them. Next morning she put 4 pictures of me in 2 places on Craigslist every single day, called every shelter, every day and after 3 days got a call from a shelter not a mile from THEIR home. They had me!! She didn't say anything but "I'm on my way up", she grabbed a kennel and was on the over-an-hour trip up to pick me up. It was an amazing reunion. Of course, once again I was all dirty, but this shelter shaved away all my matts like the last place did, treated me for worms and earmites, mom was told I wandered into a little old lady's garage and she saw mom's ad on Craigslist!!! Took me to the shelter up there, they called mom! (All my cats happened to be registered at this particular Humane society for their "Friends for Life" program so if anything happens to me, they are cared for for life there. Lots of catteries and caring people, lots of cat lounging, etc. They have all of our folders and the Microchip was still in my name)
My second and last "Gotcha Day" - MEOWWWWWWWWWWW-MIUUUUUUUUUU!!
Home for good, forever, never to be passed around again. Mommy cried all the way home and said she was so sorry and knows this will take adjusting again, but she loves me so much and knows I'll be safer with her and be treated like the king that I am. Ahhhhh, mommy-love.
Would you consider dating an old lady, say 17 years old?
Hmmm, let me ask you this; these broads around here aren't frisky except one, but I'm too much for her. I only recently got the snip; are you frisky? I was a breeding cat and, well, all that feelings haven't gone away. Let me know your feelings on this. It's a very important (WAS) a very important part of my life.
Are you spoiled rotten?
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