Gerald And The Cat House

I’ve told you about our really great, great nieces and nephew in Sioux Falls, but I haven’t told you about our really great, great nieces and nephews in Pierre, South Dakota. Our nephew Matt and his wife Lindy have given us 12 greats.

Don’t worry. That’s 12 cats. Lindy is a soft touch and has rarely met a homeless cat she wouldn’t take in.

I have many favorites at Matt and Lindy’s house (in addition to Matt and Lindy themselves), but Trooper is by far the most amazing and admirable cat. She has only three legs and sprints around the house easily. She’s sweet, outgoing, and unbelievably intelligent. She knows she’s not allowed on the dining room table (the other 12 apparently never got that memo). So, Trooper sits in her very own chair at the head of the table during dinner. Lindy passes her a morsel, which she politely accepts, after which she patiently waits for another.

TROOPER SAYS GRACE.
SO REFINED. NO ELBOWS ON THE TABLE.

Matt and Lindy had 13 cats when we were there in September having taken a friendly cat named Gerald home from Lindy’s parents’ farm. But they realized Gerald would never become a house cat. Primarily, he didn’t have much interest in the litter box and, despite having a houseful of cats, Matt and Lindy had never had a house-training problem with a single one.

Secondly, Gerald was just a bit too wild for the indoors. He kept doing things he wasn’t supposed to do. And, every time he misbehaved — like incessantly attacking Trooper as she slept — someone would yell, “Gerald!” which prompted San Geraldo to snap defensively, “What?!?”

Neither Gerald ever caught on. (I wonder if I should take San Geraldo back to the farm, too.)

AVA, WHO IS NOW SO LOVING, WAS TERRIFIED OF EVERYONE FOR YEARS.
IN SPANISH, HER NAME WOULD SOUND A BIT LIKE “ABBA.”
SO I CALLED HER ABBA THE HUTT.
GERALD GETS A TIME OUT. (AS IF!)
POLYDACTYL JOEY IN HIS FAVORITE POSITION.
GERALD (LEFT) AND TROOPER.
GERALD THEN JUMPED ON THE TABLE.
LINDY: “GERALD! BEHAVE YOURSELF!”
SAN GERALDO: “WHAT DID I DO?!?”
LINDY: “GERALD!!!”
SAN GERALDO: “WHAT?!?”



If you haven’t read how San Geraldo first learned about cathouses, click here.

Behave yourself!

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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