Acquired: Rescue / shelter organization
Posted May 06, 2014
This one earned his name. Before he was fixed, he would cry “Roooowl!” so loud, that I could hear him downstairs, across the street, through closed windows and a locked door: Hence the name “Ralphie.”
He was a rescue, actually an escapee from the apartment next door. The cat would crawl through the shared plumbing under the kitchen sinks and come visit me late at night. Of course, I was often startled upon hearing things that “go bump in the night,” which was caused by this cat prowling about and knocking stuff off my bookcase. When the neighbors skipped out, my little boy stood there pleading, and Ralphie became ours.
Every morning I would tell the cat to go wake up my son, and he would run down the hall, look back at me, then pounce and pace around his bed. Those two grew up sharing yogurt from the same spoon (a fact I didn’t know until almost 10 years later).
His favorite toy was a Weeble: little egg shaped toys, advertised, “Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.” Late at night, he would wing it across the room, which wasn’t a problem when I had wall-to-wall carpeting, not so much fun when he banged them around on hardwood floors in the wee hours.
The downside to this critter, he took down EVERY single Christmas tree, from the sad 3 foot artificial tree to the grand 16 footer. We became aces at stringing fishing line around the tree to hooks on the wall. Ralphie just laughed at us.
Once a week, we ordered Chinese food, and that was the only night the cat actually sat at the kitchen table with us. He would patiently wait for us to place pieces of food for him to steal off the table. Pieces of Lo Mein and mushrooms were his favorite.
They broke the mold with this one.