Freddy the Freeloader
Freddy is Ready!
Great Gifts for the Cat or Cat Lover in Your Life
"Are you a dog or cat person?" is a popular question. It seems there are two sides, the people who love cats, and the people that hate them. I believe the cat haters are just people who have greatly misunderstood this feline breed. Or, maybe, they got acquainted with a "Bad Kitty" and their prejudice has spread to them all. Or, maybe they just haven't met the cat that would crawl into their lap and into their heart, even if it's a most hesitant heart.
Take our cat Kocoa for instance. My husband doesn't remember ever having a house cat as a pet growing up. While I wouldn't call him a cat hater, I wouldn't say he'd been a big fan of them either. But enter Kocoa. He is the first cat that my husband ever shared his home with.
Kocoa has been with us for years and I still don't know if my husband would tell you that he loves him, but I know there is some level of fondness, probably more than he'll ever admit out loud!
Now, Kocoa is a "helper cat" and if you don't know what that is, it's a cat that feels that whatever you're doing, he is there to help you do it. If you put a pile of items together neatly, he will "help" you knock them over. He also prides himself on being a most excellent paper weight for the papers on our desks and he will fight with you if you need to access what he is so courageously holding down for you.
Now, I can work with Kocoa's daily shenanigans just fine. But to see my husband arguing with this cat over odds and ends is nothing short of hilarious. Yet it's my husband's lap that Kocoa crawls into at night with blissful purring. My husband will roll his eyes, but I believe he secretly likes the adoration.
What has all of this got to do with Freddy the Freeloader? Well, Freddy is my grandparents cat. Freddy was a cat that was thrown away by someone else. But for my grandparents, he is a beloved companion. Here are my grandmother's thoughts:
Discarded, by Cynthia Curtiss
Cold mornings prevailed in the winter 0f 2007.
Yet there he sat so hungry and forlorn
Until I started feeding him each day,
Morning, afternoon and night he'd appear,
And gradually he'd sit on my lap outside
And, as I warmed him, even go to sleep.
Then one day he didn't return at all,
And the next day, when he did, I was appalled!
He had been attacked and badly bitten
On his right leg, head and back by a coon.
Of course, the wound became infected
And not having antibiotic ointment to prevail,
We took him to the vet for expensive surgery,
Then for recovery he moved in with us
And became our cat: Someone's discard
A wonderful gain for us as he is smart,
And beautiful, and a lifesaver.
He got me moving, and playing,
And laughing at his antics.
We named him - after Red Skelton's skit -
"Freddy the Freeloader" which he had been.
He looks ready for a party
With his jet black "tux" and
Snowy white bib and shirt,
White boots on front legs and
White kneesox on the back.
"Freeloader"? Well, maybe as much
As anyone's child can be called "Freeloader"
For he is our baby now.
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