Backie - The Katrina Kitty

Well just when you think there's no more to tell. So I talked with my neighbor who, also cares for the kitties, and it seems like Blackie, or Backie as I would often call him to dinner with saying "Backie, Backie. Where's ole Backie" and he would almost almost always come a runnin', had a past I knew nothing about. It seems he was brought here along with the other kitties and was living in a drainage ditch in New Orleans and that some idiot shot him just for fun sometime just after the Katrina storm, after which my neighbor packed up and moved here.

I stated earlier I thought Blackie had been a former neighbor's cat. But this new revelation explains to me why he was such a good mouse catcher (and had not qualms about eating his prey or about anything else) and why he would stay close to home and those of us who loved him. I am, of course, still not over the loss. And this latest revelation just makes my memories of our time together that much more fond.

I also learned that Brownie's "other name" is Tiny. Southern folks often tag larger people with that name, As you know Brown is quite large and seems to grow by the day despite apparently eating little. And Hairy is also called Fluffy. Half a dozen of one, six of the other as they say. LOL

My neighbor confirmed that Hairy was apparently just abandoned. What a shame that someone would abandon a declawed kitty who is so mild and timid. But their loss is my fortunate gain, thanks to the kindness of my neighbor who brought her our way.

So I guess, come to think of it, all 3 kitties were Katrina kitties. This may well explain their behavior during severe storms.