Andy’s pretty tail

Back on the 14th of July, I noted one of Andy’s nicknames is “Pretty Tail”. Today, I have some objective evidence to support that:

I think you may agree. Not only is Andy’s tail pretty, it’s pretty amazing! Dougy seems to think so, too ~ >sniff<


15 thoughts on “Andy’s pretty tail

  1. I had a cat from the animal shelter, Leo, that looked a lot like Andy. He was half in and out of a little “house” and all I could see was his tail – told the lady – “That’s the one.” He lived to be 18 yrs. old.

    • I can appreciate your tale! First impressions definitely cement the deal for me, too.

      Andy looked like a crazed, drunk Scotsman (been there, done that) with his out-of-control kitten hair and wild-eyed look. He ran right to me, another sweet kittenish behavior that endeared him instantly.

      Dougy had a kind of a closed eye smiley-face look I found endearing. He also sniffed and inspected every thing in sight. He had- and has- great spirit and curiosity about things!

      Louie pranced and presented himself as a fine specimen of ginger tabby cathood when I first met him at the pound. He made me come over and acknowledge him with his beauty and self-assured demeanor. I couldn’t ignore him if I wanted to!

      Freckles, a young cat that died soon after spaying, was timid but loving. She’d sooth me into sleep with her loud purr. The first time it happened, I had her on my chest, petting her. I fell asleep, and she was still there, purring, over an hour later when I woke up. She was a pound cat, too, and spent too long in a stressful situation there. Though the autopsy didn’t show any physical cause for her death, I think it related to stress from being surrounded by cages filled with dogs, something she’d endured at the pound, too, for several weeks. The pound’s been remodeled since then to segregate dogs and cats, a move that improved the cats’ situation immensely.

      • LOL! Andy’s named for Saint Andrew, patron saint of Scotland! Dougy, on the other hand, is named for me since I wanted to keep a Scottish theme in their names going. Originally, I called him Doogie, the Scottish variation, but it quickly became Dougy, revealing to all and everyone that I named the dang cat after me!

        Robespierre, eh!? No wonder Bob’s magnificent!

      • How about the rest of your cats? Will Bob become a tyrant with all this ego feeding? I hope not. His namesake fell victim to his own hubris. It was a sloppy mess in the end. He was, I mean!

        An Internet friend named one cat Bo after Boadicea queen of the Iceni. The predecessor to the boys, Louie, wasn’t named after Louie XIV, though he was regal, but another king of a sort, Louie “Satchmo” Armstrong, a Jazzcat and personal favorite of mine.

        I guess we are part of a trend away from fatuous cat names like “Fluffy” and “Snowball”. Ha!

      • No, my other male cat’s name is Charlemagne. As you can see, I’m in danger here!

        Good ol’ Rob wasn’t to bright. Eventually, he got the chop. I really hope Bob doesn’t mind.

        Good trend, I think. It’s way time for cool names!

      • Here are his spouses’ names, any one of which would be very good for a female companion to Bob:

        Desiderata (770–771)
        Hildegard (771–783)
        Fastrada (784–794)
        Luitgard (794–800)

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