The year 2000, We were still on the road playing full time. We were home for a few days and had a friend visiting while we were at the house. It was fall, close to thanksgiving and hunting season. We got in at about 4:am from a long road trip. I heard a meowing at the front door and went to investigate. It was.. a puddy tat. He set foot in the house as soon as the door opened, took one look at me and looked in the house and turned around and left. Well... so much for fuzzy company. I noticed he had on a flee collar but that was all. No ID no nothing. I was a bit worried because the coyotes in the woods are in full force at this time and were very close to the house. I'm thinking they were after the puddy tat. If he stayed close to the house, they would not come that close.. so I left the light on so that the snobby cat would have some safety. For the next few days, he had a change of tune, he meowed very loud, all day. Wanting in. Jets (hubby) said.. leave him alone he will go back home, he obviously belongs to someone. So... since we are on the road, I thought it best to do just that. The last pet I had was 12 years before. The road is no place for some animals. After about three days, we had a local gig for the weekend so we noticed the cat was still around. Our friend showed up and we had not slept yet because of the gig and having morning coffee.. the cat was meowing LOUD. Our friend Tad asked, so is that your cat. We proceded to tell him that it was a stray and we didn't have any cats. Then, it got louder.. and would not stop.. so after a few chuckles here and there.. Tad says.. so.... How many other cats don't you have.! It was sort of an insite to the next few months. When Tad left. I opened the door and asked the puddy tat if he was hungry and would he like to come in and have dinner. After looking me over and just stareing at me for about 3 minutes. He got up in his own time and waltzed to & thru the door like he owned the place. He was very lovey and loved the tuna fish. He was lovey to Jets as well. Jets kept saying remember he ain't staying. etc etc etc. Well, the coyotes were back and very close to the house. So I asked if the cat who now had a temoprary name could stay in over night. Charlie sucked up at the right moment and we won. I called around to all the places and neighbors that I knew of to see if we could find Charlies people. No luck. I could not just leave him here and we were scheduled to leave. So... I took him with me. Jets kept saying all along.... don't get used to him, we are still on the road. No place for a cat. Hassles, and more shit to do. etc etc etc. One month later...... Charlie has attitude and so does Jets. There has been ordeals of getting on the table. Jets fixed that by putting duct tape upside down on any surface he didn't want Charlie on whenever we left. Charlie was a duct tape mess when we came back but he stayed off the tables. 1 for Jets. Charlie 0 There was a cat box dispute. Jets caught him trying to go into the plants. He grabbed a handfull of dirt and threw it and the cat in the sand box.... Charlie got the hint. Jets 2 Charlie 0 There was attitude from both. The more rules Charlie had to live with, the more attitude he gave Jets. He loved me. Jets had attitude with the so called "lovey" cat that was a monster to him when I was not in the room. One evening I was brushing Charlie and giving him some attention that a puddy tat deserves. It was time to hit the sack and fool around with Jets. So I put the brush down and crawled into bed. Jets took his shirt off and threw it on the floor, crawled into bed also. (omitting the bed scene & any discription there of.). When Jets got up to get a drink, he put on his tshirt to leave the room because we were not at home. ... The shirt was wet and smelled like Tom CAT. Charlie resented the fact that I left him and spent time with Jets... and had declared war. Jets threw the tshirt on the floor and said.. IF YOU THINK IM GONNA FIGHT WITH A F98r9wonwe8u rw9 CAT FOR YOUR AFFECTION YOU ARE WRONG! THE CAT GOES OR I GO. I gave a few hours of quiet for cool down time. I then said, the cat was not going anywhere and neither was he. There would be a compromise. Jets agreed he had lost his temper, but said something still had to be done. He had come up with a solution. Charlie gets nuetered, if he behaves he stays. That was the law. The next day Charlie was in surgery. Jets carried him out in his arms. When he saw they put on his records his full name Charlie Fischer (same last name as Jets)... a soft spot and a limp cat sort of took over. Jets mellowed realizing he just nipped the cats urges for ever. Charlie... did not loose his urge. He did not ever pee on anything of Jet's again. However he now makes love to a pillow on the love seet. He does it several times a day.. we call him a ... pillowphile.... harmless and no secretion, just the Elvis motions and some nice little kitty sounds.... Jets 3 Charlie 0 So that was five 11 years ago, Charlie is still here and now King. I have found him sitting on Jet's lap in the morning over coffee. They have come to an agreement. Charlie loves hard surfaces and wet hair....He also likes to bite people in a loveing way. He stopped sucking up, but then again, he gets all the crunchies he wants, treats, love, animal planet on the tv, country music when he wants it, playmates, toys,has had road travel, his own castle & room in which he is the king, his favorite pillow and a home he never has to be afraid in. so.. Jets 4 cause he got a kitty. and Charlie 10, for being a puddy tat.
P. S. They wouldn't give me Charlies balls.. I was gonna make earings.
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