Street Cat to Pampered House Cat
Munch and I found each other as I was finishing a Deep Night Shift in October 2000. I had seen him on several other occasions just hanging around. I’d call out to him, he wouldn’t run and each time we “met” he’d inch closer.
I was about to enter the Station when he showed up again and, as usual, I called out to him. This time he walked right up to me and began rubbing and circling around my legs. I reached down and he rose up, on his hind legs, and head butted my hand. Feeling emboldened, I reached to see if I could scratch his head. To my amazement, he allowed me to do so. Munch enjoyed it so much that he was actually leaning into it; so much so that I thought he’d fall over.
I went into the Station, finished my reports, and as leaving the building, I didn’t see him and assumed that he was off taking care of more important business. I called “Here Kitty” several times and again he came out of the bushes and walked right up to me. I reached down and again he stood on his hind legs and head butted my hand. After several minutes of head and ear scratching, I developed enough nerve to attempt to pick him up. Munch didn’t protest and I carried him over to my truck, opened the door and we got in.
Munch was not a lap cat, though he never tired of long session of hand butting and head scratching.
It’s was a wonderful relationship which lasted for 13 years.
Munch, I’ll see you again, sometime in the future.
Till then you'll be sorely missed.
| Munch |
| 27, July 2013 |
| Robert P Ross |