Yet another followup story from JMS about Buddy.
For those who've been inquiring about the latest on Buddy....
Well, I've finally answered one of the questions I've had about the whole of the Boo clan (named for the first cat adopted out of this group, Boo, the cat with one blue eye and one green eye). I suspected that one of the two progenitors of this group was a siamese, givens ome of the markings, a suspicion recently confirmed when one came out with all the siamese recessive genes....
And now Buddy, the king of the recessive genes, has answered the other half of that question. The other progenitor was a Maine coon cat...which is what he is, in spades.
Maine coon cats are big, very funny, very predatory (in a cute way) cats that can get to be 25 pounds or better. Not only does Buddy have all the markings, inclusive of the big sweeping tail that's as long as he is...at 8 months he is already 12 pounds without an ounce of fat there anywhere. By the time he finishes growing -- and Maine coon cats can grow into their third year -- he will be big enough to have his own zip code.
I have let a furred Godzilla into my home.
They are also known as the clowns of the cat species...as evidenced pretty much every day, inclusive of the day he found the bag of plastic peanuts, rolled around in same, until static electricity had covered him nose to tail in
phosphorescent green styrofoam peanuts until you couldn't see a trace of fur...and went parading around the house as proud as if he'd just discovered radium (which, given the green color, seemed about right). I scraped them off, and they kept flying back onto him drawn by the static, but finally got them all off...he ran off...I turned around...and he had done exactly the same thing again. This time the pursuit went all over the house, leaving little bits of peanut over every square inch.
He doesn't meow, he chirrups and trills, Maine coon traits. So he wanders the house, just talking to himself all day. I think he's worried about the economy, but I'm not sure.
He's also the poster child for attempted suicide. Leaving out how he was found, every day he does something to elicit a shriek of horror from me. In a ten minute span of time, for instance, he went from trying to chew through a power cord at the socket (sticking his claws into the open socket below for leverage), to wrapping the mouse cord under my desk around his neck like a noose, and finally, when chased out of my office, I looked out to find him sticking his paw into the toaster.
It's like that every day with him. Every. Day.
I don't know where he came from, but he does seem in an awful big hurry to get back there. Whether he or I survive this process only the universe knows.
If anyone sees a mushroom cloud rising from the Los Angeles area someday, you will know that Buddy finally hit the big time....