Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-35319541-20180710051432/@comment-35319541-20180714084215

Love the pics and the stories!!

Thunder Thor, a grey tabby, a present for my son. When we went lookng to adopt a cat, her could not decide between the long white haired cat or Thor, his name before us. When I looked over the two, I was thinking, not the long hair, no way, I will be sneezing myself silly. My son wore a lot of gray back in highschool and was a stocky lad, who when younger, carried a paper towel roll in the back of his shirt, a sword, as he called it. Well, no doubt in my mind, Thunder Thor was coming home with us, and he did. He and my son spent many long hours together, snuggling in bed, slept together, Thor talked, he would go to the door and his meow sounded just like he was saying owwwwwt. He became the proud papa of kitties, even though he had long been fixed, our mama cat had a litter and one looked just like Thor. He waited outside the box as the kittens were born, then watched over them when mama would get out to eat, or for whatevr other reason. As the kittens started climbing out of the box, Thor was there to gently nudge them back in. When mama decided to move them, it was as if Thor understood, and would patienty gaurd them. We had a mix breed dog at the same time, and even she got involved with the kitty sitting duties. It was so funny as the kittens started to get the run of the front room and if the door was left open and they got too close either Thor, or Puppy, as we called the then 10year old adopted at 6 months, knee high dog. Each would grab a kitten and return them to the far wall. With each new freedom, going outside to the patio, then to the tree, both Thor and Puppy would to the retrieving of the kittys.