As promised; the story of one of the amazing things T. Hatch did. T. Hatch was a giant tom named for my boss Theodore Hatch Dent. T. Hatch was born in 1973 when I lived in Chevy Chase, MD. He resembled a wild bobcat more than a domestic pet. He stood at least 20ins. at the shoulder and was long and lean, but there never was a more loving or docile boy and he was totally devoted to me. Whenever I was home he had to be in my lap or on my shoulders (no small feat for such a large cat). He craved attention from me. He tolerated others, but adored me. During the early 70's I was doing a lot of painting and it was almost impossible to draw or paint wth T. Hatch in the room because he insisted on being on me in some fashion. It broke his heart, but I had to shut him out of the living room where I was working. Not just out of the room, but finally completely outside the house because he made such a racket at just a closed door. Thinking he was outside; I returned to my canvas. Momentarily I heard a loud MEOW followed by a swooshing sound and finally a KAPLOP ! ! ! T. Hatch had come down the chimney! No small achievement when you consider the fact that we lived in a three story brick tudor house and I was in the Great Room on the first. floor! He seemed none the worse for wear and happy as a saucer of cream to have found me. Just to prove to myself that he had meant to climb to the roof and come down the chimney to me; we recreated the event later when Joann came home. So, you see, he didn't fly to me but came to me via the flu. . . .T. Hatch succummed to diabetes in 1974 back then not as much was known about treating that disease in cats as we know today. Those of you who give your boys and girls their shots daily for feline diabetes are indeed lucky that a way has been found for you to keep them healthy. Gotta go; almost time for The District with Craig T. Nelson (love him!) I'm 52 not dead !. . . . . . .
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