Buster the Beloved Pussycat

Dogs have owners, cats have staff, and worked for beautiful cats in my time. The only thing I liked best was named Buster. Buster had an unusual idea. He did not think that other cats are not like other cats. Maybe that's why I loved him so much. We Buster County animal shelter. In general, our cats in the area animal shelter. In this way we save a life - and we have big cat on the way. In autumn, after our cat died, and left a big hole in our lives, we went to the house for animals to a kitten. There were no kittens. I was about to retire, but my husband always says Bill, which seems good. And he did. It was about three-quarters grown, gray and white, and had a sweet, hope the expression on his face a little. It was also intended to be killed the next day. There was no time for us to go home and reflect on the matter. We went to the interview, and said: I take it. As a cat-and-home Rode, Bill chose the name. Give us the names of our cats, and it was on the bill. Let's call him Buster, he said. Buster? When you are angry against me, that is to say: See here, Buster, and I would like to have someone around Buster name. When we arrived home Buster, which of course has to inspect the house. After a brief look around, it was my mother in the bedroom, where the sun shone for their warm blanket of pink. He jumped on the bed and went immediately to sleep in a patch of sunlight, the ghetto on my back, legs, so a cat when he develops a sense of confidence and completely happy. Start in the past, he said. Home to the last. Buster is welcome to the neighborhood in our house Buster had food available around the clock, but it must have been hungry as a kitten, because they do not think the other houses in the neighborhood as hostile. He thought that the snack bars. Later, he discovered he had a little Bologna Pearl Cesare every morning around ten. He milk Bert Pigg shortly. When he jumped on a chair - Bert was particularly desirable - and a nap. Buster is a successful businessman from the beginning. The other cats Buster welcome to the neighborhood shortcut treatment and whistles and tell him he was on its territory and wants to do better. Well, Buster has not ceased. Although not care. I do not know why he did not. Then came the heavy artillery: the neighborhood tomcat queen. I heard a noise like a furious air raid Siren from the rear. I looked out the window to see the huge reigning black and white Tom Crouch few feet from Buster, and one of the most threatening sounds. But Buster is not worried. He listened politely. Then he noticed part of the fall of spinning against him. The wind blew at the corner of the house, and Buster followed, jumping and Pawing the road spinning. Tom sent perplexed little more than an air-raid sirens sound in air. Then fell silent. Finally, he walked in a different direction. After Buster was accepted as a cat in the neighborhood in good condition. Buster and I take the floor and Buster Shine I woke up the morning in my water. I dream I was in a small boat in a sea gradually find Buster jump in the air and on land quickly on all four in the water. Ker-plunk, ker-wade. Ker-plunk, ker-wade. Waves of water has increased more quickly rebounded as Buster. . . before, weak and dizzy, I rode solid ground. Buster and the basic goodness Cars Buster believe in the fundamental goodness of people and cars. When summer came, I started hearing honk the car in front of the house. And wait to see Buster awakening of the nap, nap, which was implemented in the middle of the street: they found the sun heats the black pavement ideal for this purpose. Fortunately, it was not ours in a street, drivers are honking at Buster and waiting for the car and wake up from its path. But how long can it last? When I saw Buster nap on the street, I yelled at him to quit. For those who do not pay attention. I had to go to the street, get them warm, luxurious soft body and bring him inside. And the next day I heard a car honking again. Why not keep inside, you idiot? you think. Well, with 20/20 hindsight, I should have. But I hope that the honking cars that do not teach Buster sleep in the street. They learned that any other cat. And while I was heart failure Framed day Buster returned unsatisfied in her neighborhood rounds. I did during the investigation - and learned about their tour of the house snack bars. But it was not one of them that day. I asked a group of children if they had seen Buster. Does the cat hunting cars? he asked. And I remembered an average forgotten memory: a small gray and white leaping joyously in the wake of a car. That is what I said. But they had not seen the last, either. You never know because of what happened to Buster, but obviously believes strongly in the fundamental goodness of people and cars for some time, too. 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