Its true. He's real. His name really is Gato Diablo. And he's crazy. Like looney-toons crazy. Like out of his mind crazy. As in totally batsh*t crazy.
Gato is our basement kitty. We make no excuses for him. But we love him anyway.
His best friend is Moose (who is "Moose the White" in the most recent tail, The Horn of Battle Part 3) Gato hates everyone else. Unfortunately he is extremely predatorial so we need to keep him away from the rest of The Insane Posse. Sometimes he makes a escape and there is a wild chase to catch him before he does too much damage. One time tho, our Sweet Peep stood her ground and Gato got a nasty scratch. We think that made him even more nuts.
Gato has an interesting story. Some folks found him as a very young kitten in a parking lot and they pawned him The Big Man. Mostly things went pretty well for Gato until I showed up with my old lady cats. Then it all went downhill. Too many women for him.
Once Gato made an escape and ended up in a pickle. The Big Man came home from work and couldn't find Gato. He looked high and low. Then my husband looked up high again and found Gato in the gutter of the second story of the Old Farm house. Some how that crazy cat got out of the house, up on the roof, tumbled down the slate roof, and landed face up in the gutter. He was totally wedged in and could not get out.
The Big Man got the tallest ladder we had and scooped Gato out of the gutter. Anyone who has had to retrieve a terrified cat from a high place knows this is not easy task. It's almost a good thing that Gato got stuck because this second story drop was a long, long way down. However, it was a hot day and that poor cat was probably there for a good long while. Thankfully, aside from being dehydrated and a little scared, he was OK. It may have made him a little more crazy tho.
So that's our basement kitty - any body else have a crazy basement cat?
Happy Thursday everyone!
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My Mick would be a basement cat if I had a basement. Huge, crazy - 110lb dogs respect him.
Meeeee! I have a cat who is certifiably, medically insane. Whenever a loud noise startles him, he immediately transforms from a purring, sleepy, squint-eyed 9 year old housecat to a screaming, hissing, growling, VIOLENT hellcat. Before I could figure out what the hell was wrong with him, he attacked me several times over the course of a few years. He also would attack my (ex)boyfriend as he slept. We would wake up to the cat sitting on the edge of the bed in the darkness, staring at us and growling low in his throat before launching a full scale attack. He once TORE THE HAIR from my boyfriend's scalp IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. Why didn't I have him put to sleep, EVERYONE asks? Because he's been with me since college when I rescued him from a frat house (probably why he's insane) and hid him in my apartment ("I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE WITH THAT CAT!" the RA would scream when he came by to try and catch me in the act of cat ownership and I would leap into the shower--with the cat in tow). I love him, and after years of trying different anti-depressents and anti-psychotics, I've found that good old-fashioned Prozac is the key. He's one mellowed-out dude now. A loud noise might elicit the occasional hiss, but he's no longer violent. Though he is officially never allowed in the bedroom while I'm sleeping now.
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