Dumbledore was an impulse Wal-Mart rescue on a hot summer day when he was only 4-weeks old. My mother and I didn't have high hopes that he would make it through his first couple nights. Two years later and this cat has had spunk since day one.
I never considered myself a cat person even though cats have been present in our house since our relocation to Texas. But here I am with a 15 pounder full of orange fluff and I can't imagine a day without him.
He is my spider eater now that he learned not to share his prey with me. My confidant as he talks to me about his day when I come home. My midnight cuddler whom I discover in my bed when I roll over in the middle of the night. My destroyer of shoes (make sure to place them up high or in the closet when you come for a visit). And the klutziest cat I've known. Don't ask him to take a sobriety test because he will fail! Can't even walk the back of the couch without falling off a time or two. I've never seen so much thought put into a jump either but this stems from all of the failed jumps he has undertaken.
Several weeks ago I heard a noise in the chimney. This noise was unlike any I had heard before and was very persistent. Thinking that there was a bird trapped, I opened up the flu only to have a furry, four-legged, animal drop on my arm. Not my smartest moment. I found myself with a very angry, very shrill, screaming squirrel in my fireplace.
Being the helpful hunter that he is, Dumbledore kept an intense vigil as I attempted to figure out how to neutralize the situation. Sitting in front of the glass, pawing at the grate. I had to resort to locking him in the bedroom because he wouldn't abandon his post so I could capture the unwilling detainee.
Even after the squirrel had long since been relocated to the great outdoors, my ever present cat would inspect the fireplace just on the the off chance that the squirrel made an unwelcome return for a couple days after.
Should you drop by for a visit, Dumbledore will vie with Basil to be the first to slip outside--err, greet you. He will twine himself around your legs as you stumble to take off you shoes. Should you make him mad, before he can exact his revenge, stroke under his chin. This was how I calmed him when he was a kitten and still causes him to go limp. And remember, no matter how tempting that exposed underbelly is when he is fast asleep in the sun belly up, resist or else this cat bites and twists. I'm convinced that hurts more than any claws do.
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