I am age 73 from the deep south USA. I’ve had cats all of my childhood and adult life, with the exception of a 20 year period while living at the apartment complex in which I now live. I am military retired and served 24 years as a Hospital Corpsman (medic) 8404/8472. I served 23 of those 24 years with the US Marine Corps. I had no combat experience.
While before living in an apartment complex I had 4 cats. Three of them were from the same litter and were named: Smokey, Blackie, and Pixie. The 4th cat was an orange tabby that my mother got somewhere and she for a reason that escapes me called it “seven”!
Smokey lived to age 24 and the others less. Only Blackie made it to 20. The rest passed away some years before and I do believe 2 were poisoned!!! All well very nice cats and were living both in and outdoors. They were all very well cared for and my mother made sure my cats and her Basenji (dogs) were under the care of a vet.
Twenty years passed before I had another cat to call my own and that was Rex!!! He was a straycat who was around this complex and evidently was a “throw away”. He was looking for a home and a new human slave! There are plenty of feral cats around here and you can’t even get your hands on them but “Rex” was different and we got to know each other. Pretty soon I was allowing him in my apartment for food and later for longer and longer stays. So I talked to apartment management and we struck a deal on a “pet deposit”. The manager and owners are not really cat people and I knew that might be a problem.
Rex evidently is a fighter and when I got him he’d already lost an eye either to another cat or a racoon. He still goes out and this is something I cannot break. Rex is a huge orange Tabby and weighs in at 15 pounds. I have suspicions that he might be part Maine Coon since there was a pedigreed male Maine Coon living here. He belonged to a tenant here at the complex. While I have no proof that Rex is partly Maine Coon I think that because of his immense size and semi-long hair and other features that there is better than a 50/50 chance he’s part Maine Coon.
Additionally I both live and work at this complex and have been here for 20 years. In 2009 the manager here was retiring due to age and recently had a mild stroke. She cleaned the 2 laundry rooms herself and she offered me the job before retirement. It does not pay much but helps pay bills. I set me own hours and basically I am not supervised in any way! So I am the “Laundry Room Custodian” and thus is my nick “Custodian”!
Well I better quit since I have now bored all of you silly! I need to close out my information since I am expecting the apartment maintenance man over her to fix my hot water faucet in my kitchen. If it’s not one thing then it’s another …
While before living in an apartment complex I had 4 cats. Three of them were from the same litter and were named: Smokey, Blackie, and Pixie. The 4th cat was an orange tabby that my mother got somewhere and she for a reason that escapes me called it “seven”!
Smokey lived to age 24 and the others less. Only Blackie made it to 20. The rest passed away some years before and I do believe 2 were poisoned!!! All well very nice cats and were living both in and outdoors. They were all very well cared for and my mother made sure my cats and her Basenji (dogs) were under the care of a vet.
Twenty years passed before I had another cat to call my own and that was Rex!!! He was a straycat who was around this complex and evidently was a “throw away”. He was looking for a home and a new human slave! There are plenty of feral cats around here and you can’t even get your hands on them but “Rex” was different and we got to know each other. Pretty soon I was allowing him in my apartment for food and later for longer and longer stays. So I talked to apartment management and we struck a deal on a “pet deposit”. The manager and owners are not really cat people and I knew that might be a problem.
Rex evidently is a fighter and when I got him he’d already lost an eye either to another cat or a racoon. He still goes out and this is something I cannot break. Rex is a huge orange Tabby and weighs in at 15 pounds. I have suspicions that he might be part Maine Coon since there was a pedigreed male Maine Coon living here. He belonged to a tenant here at the complex. While I have no proof that Rex is partly Maine Coon I think that because of his immense size and semi-long hair and other features that there is better than a 50/50 chance he’s part Maine Coon.
Additionally I both live and work at this complex and have been here for 20 years. In 2009 the manager here was retiring due to age and recently had a mild stroke. She cleaned the 2 laundry rooms herself and she offered me the job before retirement. It does not pay much but helps pay bills. I set me own hours and basically I am not supervised in any way! So I am the “Laundry Room Custodian” and thus is my nick “Custodian”!
Well I better quit since I have now bored all of you silly! I need to close out my information since I am expecting the apartment maintenance man over her to fix my hot water faucet in my kitchen. If it’s not one thing then it’s another …
