I Was Found
It was shortly after the untimely death of Mom’s orange polydactyl cat, Pawscar Awesome, in November 2016. She spotted one of the many Facebook postings for animals needing a home shared by Christine from the vet’s office. This courtesy post described a nine-year-old orange cat whose owner had died, leaving him in need of a home. That was me, Mitchner. The family had decided to keep the other two cats, whom they felt would be harder to place. Mom contacted the shelter that posted the ad and gave them her contact information. The owner’s daughter invited Mom to meet me. I guess Mom passed the test because I came home with her on December 3, 2016, and have become a much-loved part of her feline family. My full name is Mitchner McGarrulous.
I Am Friendly…Sometimes
Mom added the name McGarrulous because I am VERY talkative. When I first came here, I preferred to abide by myself in the kitchen, enjoying a variety of cat beds. Loneliness did not end up suiting me, though, because for a while I preferred to join several of the female felines in the bedroom, only returning to the kitchen briefly to play with my favorite cat toy. After some time, though, I started becoming aggressive toward Jenise. Mom thinks I followed the very bad example of Rascal Spatz. To prevent conflicts while she is away, Mom decided I should stay in the kitchen. She does allow me to visit the bedroom in the evening…until I get restless or nasty. It is probably just as well this way; I have inflammatory bowel disease and probably some food allergies, so I have to be on a special diet!
Mom made up a little ditty about me that she sings often:
Life with him is perilous
‘Cause he’s got claws!