The story of Leo the cat has an inauspicious beginning. I found him and his sister on the neighbor’s patio at the tender age of one day, crying for their lives, abandoned by their feral cat momma. I’ll rescue them, I said, clean them up and give them a good life. They would have opportunities their natural mom couldn’t provide.
Momma nevertheless came looking for her kits a couple weeks after I adopted them. They were thriving kittens by then, mewing and crawling around. She jumped in through the screenless window to try and take them back. She was a striking creature‒ Orange and white striped, long and muscular. But I had to give it to her straight: You ain’t no good for them, momma. Git!
Leo and his sis have since developed into the sweetest cats you could imagine. Yet, unlike his sister, who chooses to eat her cares away, Leo will sometimes exhibit some unseemly behaviors; Since these are contrary to his normal, ultra-fluffy character, I call them alter-egos.
It is as they say: you can take the kitteh off the streets but you can’t take the street out of the kitteh.
You’re Goddamn Right I’m Leo
I’ve mentioned my cat’s new bully status before.
LC puts it best: “When Leo first got in the cat game, he was timid and didn’t know what he was doing. Now, he goes around to the neighborhood cats and asks: “What’s my name?”
Leo, Up In Smoke
Before his overlord days, during his young adulthood, Leo was obsessed with getting all “potted up” on the green stuff. I once hid his stash in the top shelf of the cabinet over the washer, and he somehow found it. I came home to discover the plastic baggy shredded, herb all over the laundry room floor and my cats high off their asses.
Sparkly Twilight Leo
Sigh. Even cats have a vampire phase now?
Leo, Buckets of Drool
Or “bucket butt” for short. Cue some gross Ron Jeremy flick music in your head for this next one.
Leo loves us. He loves all over us.