Lucky

2 year old black shorthair. Uses his litterbox. Has all his shots.
Talkative, responds when his name is called and he's great with kids!
Previous owners skipped town, left everything behind, even this little guy!
Kennel 243, make this dark little bundle of joy yours right away!


No clue why I adopted this one, I wake up every night with him laying on my chest, his nose touching mine, and he's
got his eyes wide open staring at me. He's not even purring. I move him off of me and he stays where
he can make eye contact with me as i lay there, no matter which side im on. Crazy, whenever I open my eyes hes right there,
staring at me.

So yeah, they werent too keen on telling me the name of the family that skipped town, but I got the name anyways.
Turns out the bank forclosed their house yesterday, and the police havent found a clue as to the family's whereabouts.
They did leave everything behind, both cars still in the garage too, keys in the fruitbowl. There will be an auction next saturday for
the family's things.

Messed up... one of their neighbors told me that the cat didnt belong to them, at least she thought they didnt, he just kinda showed up the
day before they skipped town. She almost dropped the chicken she was deboning when she looked up from the sink and saw him
crouched on the sill, watching her the next day. Thats when she took him to the humane society. He didnt even complain or resist.

So I wake up around 3 this morning and there he is again, on my chest, staring right into the back of my brain. I stared at him for 5
minutes straight and I swear I didnt see him blink once.
He finally got droopy and closed his eyes, and so did I. I kept them closed for about 10
seconds, then opened them and whadda ya know, those big eyes were open again, searching my peepers out through the dark.
He stared for a few more seconds, then yawned and started purring for the first time.

Guess he caught on that I figured out his little game. He was prolly blinking whenever I was , I cant imagine a cat not blinking
for five minutes... can you?
anyways... Lucky is always on my lap now, purring away, he follows me around and squeeks and stuff, mostly little cackles and meows, sometimes quick little reports, he's fucking cracking me up omg.




****EDIT****
I found two mostly eaten cats in my yard yesterday, lucky was right out there sitting and staring at them. not a scratch on him... theres no way a cat can take down two others without missing some fur...
What I watched him do was fucking insane... each magpie that came down to pick at the carcasses he would immediately catch them and murder them...
I waited until he had killed 5 before I called my buddy adam, by the time adam showed up it was ten birds lying near the two dead cats.
Lucky was perfectly happy as he sat there digging into one of the birds.
Adam and I pulled up two chairs and blew the foam off some cold MGD and watched the show...

im not kidding, 15 birds he killed that afternoon... and he loves me and my friends. thank god...