Introducing Tribble*
Woman in the Middle | October 2, 2017Hello. My name is Tribble!
It is said that cats have nine lives. From my recollections, I have now used up five of them.
Life #1 – I was born. Need I say more? Birth is always a precarious event.
Life #2 – I was taken in by my first family. I had a good run. I grew to adulthood, very big adulthood! Some say I am the Saquille O’Neat of cats! But something happened and they had to give me up. Which leads to…
Life #3 – My family turned me in to County Animal Control. For some reason, people who came in wanted dinky little kittens and not a 9 year old King of the Jungle like me. However, the folks at Animal Control could tell I was an exceptional cat, and after I didn’t get adopted for quite a while, they called a place called Room 8 to come get me.
Life #4 – In March 2016 I arrived at Room 8. I had no idea what a “Room 8″ was but when I got there, I found out it had a LOT of cats. I didn’t care. I am a chill kind of guy. I had plenty of food and water and lovely shelves where I could sleep high above it all. Life was good.
Life # 5 – Last week I heard some people talking. The voices were all familier. They were discussing ME, and perhaps getting me adopted. To be honest, I had come to the conclusion that I would be living out my life in the cattery. That was fine. Like I said, it was all good. But my ears perked up. I might go back to a home again? That was worth stirring myself a bit. A lady I had seen before and a man I had never seen came into the room I shared with my fellow cats. I jumped down and gave a friendly greeting. They petted me and and I accepted the pets with good grace. The lady went to pet someone else and I decided I needed to keep her attention on me. I made a calculation error and embarrassed myself by not making it up onto the platform where she was petting another cat. Of course, I pretended it didn’t happen, but I think it worked in my favor. It showed my “human” side as those humans like to call it.
A week later the lady came back and I was put in a carrier (for my safety, of course, although I didn’t like it!). Eleven year old me was off to a new adventure! We went just a short distance and I was then shown to a comfortable room with everything I could want while I made the transition to my fifth life. My new home has two other cats. They are distressed and keep hissing and growling, but I am sure my calm demeanor and worldly ways will soon put them at ease.
As for the name, they can call me what they want. I was previously known at Room 8 as Pork Chop, which I think was a dig at my girth. I an happy just to be loved. .
If you will excuse me, it is time for my nap. All this storytelling has tired me out.
* Our new kitty came from the shelter with no name. Room 8 gave him the name Pork Chop. While certain members of the household, ahem, argued to keep the name, I put my foot down and said a wonderful cat like this deserved a better name. After observing him make adorable trilling noises for several hours Eldest Daughter thought up Tribble, after the fuzzy creatures that made the same noises in the episode of classic Star Trek called “Trouble with Tribbles.” I tried it on for size, and decided it worked. However, we are keeping our options open for another day or so just in case another name strikes our fancy. But I couldn’t wait any longer to introduce you to our new family member!
Congratulations to all! He’s gorgeous and he just hit the kitty jackpot. Nox and Lumos will adjust quickly, I’m sure!
Here is hoping!
He is gorgeous! I am so glad that you adopted an elder statesman. Let’s hope all of your critters get along! Pork chop is not a nice name even for a “porky” cat.
My thoughts exactly. Although Tribble is not quite there, either. We shall see what the day brings…. He is a very sweet cat, but he does have very specific ideas at times. Like this morning at 6 am. He HAD to get in to the garage and he wasn’t happy until that happened. Once I let him out there, peace was once again restored! LOL!
Congrats on your new cat!