Bud: Big Fat Tabby Cat
Bud showed up while I was away, unable to send him begging elsewhere. I like cats but we already had a couple and Crystal keeps saying there’s always room for one more.
At least he’s a male. My pound pup Jack and I were feeling overrun by females (feline and otherwise) always dictating what had to happened when in exactly which fashion.
So Bud settled in as one of the guys—which is to say that he basically just eats and sleeps, occasionally roams around the yard with narrowed eyes as if he’s on safari.
He breaks into the pantry looking for late night snacks. He leaves cupboard doors open. He makes messes. He likes to watch TV sometimes. He’s distracted by shiny things no one else notices.
He’s getting fat like Jack and I.
He thinks he’s a Kennedy.