Cats Quirks Antics

[Ray]

The “well-dressed duo” thread got me thinking about all of the cats we’ve had over the years.

I rescued a black cat (“BC”) as a tiny kitten living on the street when an undergrad in Atlanta. She lived in the dorms and apartments with me, was my “headrest” on all of the Atlanta to DC and back trips, and even went on our honeymoon.

We were at Skyland Lodge on the Blue Ridge Parkway, with a balcony overlooking the Shenandoah Valley. While we were sitting and enjoying the view, BC walked down the balcony ledge and into someone else’s room, where there were two Scotties. Much backing and howling was heard. The next thing my poor bride sees is me on the outside of the balcony, hanging onto the railing, going down to get the cat, with a hundred-foot drop below me. The damned cat strolls out of the room, jumped right over me and went into our room as if nothing had happened.

After a few more days there - where the doors remained closed with her in the room - it was time to head to Atlanta. After 4 hours on the Blue Ridge Parkway and realizing we were probably only 50 miles closer to our destination, we decided to go cross-country and find I-85. On the way, and many hours into the journey, we stopped for a break at a roadside park in Danville VA. Michele opened the car door and BC bolted into the woods.

My “break from driving” consisted of an hour of chasing her through the woods, but I did catch her, returned to the car, and drove the rest of the way to Atlanta.