Who is Rudy?
Rudy’s a jackass.
But he’s the funniest, silliest, most handsome jackass I’ve ever known. I often describe him as a cross between a puppy and a drunk toddler. Everything he does–eating, sleeping, playing, wrestling–is balls-to-the-wall and he continues to test my patience every single day.
He does some of the important things right, like using the litter box. He knows he’s supposed to use the scratching post. I’ve seen him do it, but every day, he goes to the spot right next to the scratching post, looks at me, and digs his claws in the rug. He knows what he’s doing.
Rudy is one of those cats you get once in a lifetime if you’re (un)lucky, but he’s not for just anyone. He’s what I call special.
Where did he come from?
Hell.
Rudy came from Hell, but I picked him up in Belvidere, New Jersey. Some lady on Facebook said her cat had kittens and that they needed homes once they were weaned, so I asked for an orange one. There were two orange kittens and two calico kittens and they’d be ready to be adopted in January.
I waited and waited, then two days before Christmas of 2019, the kittens’ mother died. They were just about old enough, so I went to get my orange kitten that night.
I’m often asked, “How did you choose him?” I didn’t. He was chosen for me. The lady’s baby daddy met me in the parking lot of the Dollar Tree and handed me the orange kitten I had requested weeks earlier.
I was expecting an adorable, playful little kitten. Instead, I adopted the devil himself.
Who is Eddy?
The matriarch of my weird little cat family, Eddy was born in 2007 and hardly a day has gone by when she wasn’t purring.
Old Eddy’s a very typical, very normal cat who spends her days doing normal cat things. She loves cat treats and can catch them in her mouth like a dog. As she’s aged, she’s gotten more twitchy, but that could also be a result of the addition of Rudy. She hates Rudy.
Who is Rosie?
Rosie showed up the week before Christmas of 2021. She was seen wandering around the neighborhood, but no one knew how she got here. There was concern because she didn’t look or act like she was supposed to be outdoors. That night, she wandered into a neighbor’s house and that neighbor contacted me to ask me what to do.
Rosie spent the night on my porch in a giant dog crate (with lots of blankets and water and food and a litter box), went to the vet the next morning, then came back to my house so we could figure out what to do with her. She never left.
She’s not quite right in the head, but she’s the nicest, sweetest, most polite little girl cat. Her best quality is that she routinely kicks Rudy’s ass because she disapproves of bullies.
