Who is Scooby the Leash Tabby? Where did he come from? What is the story with Scooby? Christmas time he received a new Tartan harness. It was just what he wanted! He was tired of the pink one binding under his front legs, and this one has velcro. He also wanted to look like Spike the Scottish Black Cat .When I adopted him from the shelter, he was already leash trained. When I first got a leash out, he got all excited and purred and stood still while he was fitted up. That was the clue.
Zeke on Wordless Wednesday
Scooby and Marigold are my Love Christine’s Calendar Cat picks for June 2019. The calendar was a present made by Christine and Spike, and sent late last year for use this year 2019. Little did we know that Marigold would no longer be with us as she passed in January. It is nice to see her face again. She got along well with Scooby and all the other cats here. Christine has been sending calendars to me for many years now. I hope she never stops making them for me. 😻😻😻
Today is Scooby’s Wordless Wednesday. What can be a better way to start the day than cardboard and packing?
Joining Comedy-Plus Wordless Wednesday
Three Outside in the Sun shows my three cats getting some fresh air. Opie stars as she gets to run outside without a harness on. She was very good outside and did not go running off. She was mostly interested in eating grass and having a look around. Scooby stayed in the catio as he and Opie don’t get along, and he would be a distraction and incite bad behaviour in Opie. Zeke has always been afraid to go outside, except when he is safe in the catio. At any rate, all three got some fresh air and sunshine.
There was something about the date today that told me it was important, but I could not remember why. Then I got an appointment reminder from the vet, who does not know Marigold crossed the Bridge in January, and I remembered. The local (kill shelter at the time but good now) had an excess of 300 animals they needed to get shed of, and they were holding an adoptathon on Saturday, May 19, 2007. I decided I was going to save someone–didn’t know who. I packed a cat carrier into the car, and my wife and I got to the shelter at opening time. The doors opened, and we swarmed inside. There was a big crowd. I had hardly gone inside when I saw Marigold in a cage. I knew if I passed her by to look at the others, she would be gone when I returned, so in 30 seconds or less, I said, “She’s mine!” And so she was. She was picked up as a stray in Tacoma. She was very loving and fussing. Did the paperwork, and brought her home. She was probably the best cat ever, when I think back upon all the cats that lived with us. When my wife was at home dying of cancer in 2010, Marigold would jump up on her hospital bed beside her and lick her face.
Estimated at 4 years old when I got her, she was my oldest cat when she died this past January. Relationships changed between the three remaining cats for the better. They like each other more. Maybe they appreciate each other more. Opie and Zeke were kittens when I got them, and they also knew my wife. Scooby is the newcomer. So I think back today on Marigold and hold her bright green collar. She is buried with the others back in my cat cemetery in the woods. If I call out her name, the other cats start looking about for her. I am trying not to be sad, but I cannot help it.
Marigold enjoyed supervised walks outside, so I put up some today. She was very happy outside. I never normally do “flashbacks” but today I just feel like it.
Today is Sunday–time to show off Scooby’s Sunday Snooze! (2)