aka The Frazzled Mom
My husband puts up with a lot when it comes to my bleeding heart. Usually, I’m the one picking the runt of the litter or bringing a sad case home. But this time it was my husband. Woo hoo! I’m off the hook.
The cat was given to us by a co-worker of my husband’s. He’d actually rescued the cat (at the time a kitten) after seeing someone dump him on the side of the freeway. He was mostly white with some patches of grayish-brown. The guy named him Sinatra. Can you guess why? The kitten’s eyes were blue.
When we got him, the cat looked more like the one in this picture. The guy said they just had a newborn baby that they believed was allergic. So we took Sinatra in. But honestly, other than the blue eyes, the cat did not look like a Sinatra. You know what he looked like? Like a tough cat. A sweet one, but still, he could sit on you kinda tough.
So we started calling him Knuckles.
Knuckles stayed with us for a while, as we tried to find him a permanent home. We’d hoped to adopt him, but my other cat, Tigger, wouldn’t share his home. To say they “didn’t get along” was an understatement. Tigger bit him in the butt, causing an abscess. So we had to keep them separated. Tigger stayed downstairs. Knuckles stayed upstairs in the loft.
We’d visit him, play with him and love him. Then we’d head downstairs, putting up the barricade to protect him from psycho Tigger. Knuckles would run back up the stairs and jump onto the ledge of the loft to watch us as we headed down. He was a cool cat and so sweet. Just, very large.
One afternoon, my husband had finished feeding him and was heading downstairs. As usual, Knuckles sped up the stairs to the loft, jumping onto the ledge. Unfortunately, this time, he came in to hot. Knuckles skidded off the ledge, did a little flip that would make a gymnast envious and landed squarely on my husband’s head.
I’m sorry. Give me a moment. Even now, I’m cracking up as I write this. Just, the sight of this large cat, hurling down and practically knocking my husband unconscioues still elicits giggle fits in me. For the record, between the giggles, I did ask if he was ok.
Okay, so like I said, my husband was nearly knocked out. He fell back on the stairs, but his head made a good landing for the cat. So Knuckles wasn’t seriously hurt. My husband was more hurt by my laughing than anything else. Although he did say it felt like a ten pound bag of potatoes fell on him. heh
We did find Knuckles a permanent home, but he will forever be in our hearts, and in my giggles, as the cat that nearly knocked out my husband. And that’s why I think “Knuckles” was a perfect name for him.