Acquired: Rescue / shelter organization
Posted Aug 20, 2014
Furball was a memorable character. I remember the day Daddy brought him home. I had been wanting a cat for a while and Daddy always sad no. I guess he had seen me with one of the neighbor's cats one day and decided we needed one after all. I had come home from school and Daddy asked me if I had noticed something different about the house. I said no. He asked me to look down and sitting at my feet was the cutest little caramel and white kitten. My older brothers and I decided that Furball was a good name for a cat and our furry friend learned it quickly. He was very affectionate and super calm. He would come lay in one of our laps or crawl into bed with us. My brother used to "wear" Furball around his neck and the feline would just hang out, purring the whole time. He grew to a healthy nine lbs, quite big for a cat, but he wasn't overweight. He was lean and athletic. He had a favorite toy he would chase up and down the hallway. He was an indoor cat, and occasionally he would sprint around the house for no real reason at all. Round and round he would go, into the kitchen, out the dining room, into the living room, down the hall and back into the kitchen. We learned later that this was typical behavior, apparently indoor cats get stir crazy and let out their energy with random acts of insanity. We were a military family and we had to move to a place where we couldn't keep our buddy anymore so we found him another loving home. He was a big part of my childhood and he definitely has not escaped my memory.