Dados, the Cat with Mitts for Paws
Extra Claws on Cat
Ever see a cat with what appear as baseball mitts for paws?
This is Dados, who traipsed freely around the neighborhood when I first moved into my townhome. Each paw contains seven claws!
He was named "Dados", which means fingers in some other language. ("Dedus" in Spanish means fingers, which is similar sounding.)
From an astute reader, I found out that the great author, Ernest Hemingway, loved this type of cat and in the Northeast they are called "Hemingway cats".
Wikipedia calls them and explains "Normal cats have a total of 18 toes, with five toes on each front paw and four toes on each hind paw; polydactyl cats may have as many as eight digits on their front and/or hind paws." polydactyl cats
When I moved in, the first neighbor I met, "Kathy", said that Dados' former owner had sold her home, complete with Dados, to Kathy and moved away. This person had allowed him to traverse the neighborhood, so Dados had many human friends that would feed him. Kathy continued this tradition.
He was quite friendly and welcomed me to the neighborhood as much as my new neighbors. I would sit out front on the porch and he would come by and rub against me.
Sadly, I am mildly allergic to cats, so if I petted him, I had to take care to wash my hands and certainly not touch my eyes until I washed my hands! Since he is short haired and my allergy is worse with long-haired kitties, there was no problem.
I once gave him a piece of baloney, which he ignored. Obviously, there were better eats somewhere else, most likely at Kathy's, but possibly elsewhere.
Oddly, Dados was also friends with some dogs.
Now a House Cat
Dados' neighborhood antics somehow got him injured and he obtained a nasty scratch behind one of his ears. At that point, Kathy decided he should be an indoor cat for safety.
He seems to have taken this change quite well, since Kathy and her daughter doted on him the most in the neighborhood. Plus, their's was his original home, a spot of comfort.
Quite feisty, but a bit too old for fights, I guess!
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