Shooey The Wonder Cat is at least 15 now. He's the last of the three, including his late Mum, that Mrs Noxious brought to our new marital home in 2008. He was (and still is) incredibly wary of strangers and ran from me when I first met him at Mrs Nox's old place. He had a tough start - he apparently came out backwards in delivery and had to be massaged to life by Mrs Nox. Also, my step-daughter had to help him to learn to walk properly as his unusually long back legs used to drag along behind him until she used to help position them for him to get into an eventual walking routine. The other thing that happened was that a chair fell on his tail and 'killed' it - it lay limp behind him and his Mum apparently took it in her mouth and tried to run off with it. He had to have it amputated so he has a little bob tail there now - which Mrs Nox and family have always called a 'barp' - and that is why he's called the 'Wonder Cat' as he looks a bit of a cross between a bear due to his long legs and barp. And the Shooey bit is due to another accident - he had a problem with one of his back legs and had to wear a medical shoe like appliance on it for a while and it made him look like an ungainly clown reportedly. Anyway, he's had all his teeth out these last few years but he likes nothing more than a good old rough and tumble with any cats that encroach upon his space in the pathway between the utility room - where his food bowl is - and this hole in a 'trap door' out the back which leads to steps down to the back gate where there's another space for an ersatz cat flap that leads out to the lane behind Fort Nox. We've witnessed some frenzied cartoon-like scrapes where he's been rolling around with other cats towards the trap door where they end up going flying down the hole to continue their ruck out the back.
Just got more info. from Mrs Noxious about those post-op sights: -
"He cut the pad or his paw on something outside. Came in treading a paw print blood trail. The Vet heavily bandaged his entire leg, not just the foot. Blue. The bandage was heavy, so it worked down as he walked. To become a clown shoe."
"When his tail was amputated he had a bright pink helicopter propellor bandage."
Oh yeah, that's reminded me. My other step-daughter had this nutty Jack Russell, 'Doey', that was very interested in that region underneath the tail. Because what was left of it pushed upwards, Doey always made a bee-line for Shooey's back end as it looked quite big and inviting so poor old Shooe's a sexual abuse survivor too. Anyway, here's a couple of pics to show off his barp (yesteryear) and one from last week where he commandeered my grand-son's carry cot. He's a very needy fella and one of us always has to be here at Fort Nox so that he doesn't get any more traumatised than he already is.
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