The Story of Thibbadeaux...
About 14 years ago our son had a psychotic orange cat. She had kittens. We kept one - a little orange bundle of fur we called Thibbadeaux - and found homes for the others.
Thibs has always been a great cat. We took him to the Vets, had him tested, vaccinated, and eventually neutered and declawed (front only). He was always a big healthy vibrant orange cat.
But two things defined him:
One is that he was never interested in going outside. Never even tempted. The other was that although we had Thib from birth, he never liked company. When the doorbell rang, Thib left. He would retire to his private hiding places... of which he had many... his favorite to this day is one of the drawers in the middle bathroom. We laugh because sometimes our house looks like it's been ransacked - with all the drawers pulled out. But we know it's Thibs!
He's up in age now and although still healthy , has the weight loss that sometimes age brings. And occasionally when he jumps up on something - he doesn't always make it. But outside of this, he's still a great cat.
Molly's Story...
Molly arrived not long after Thibs. She was a surprise.
Returning home from running errands, we found this kitten inside our house... only later to learn that our youngest son had come across her at his apartment complex and dropped her off at 'the home for abandoned pets' (his parents'). She stayed. She and Thibs were about the same age and became fast friends. Still are. Both are geriatric now, but still friends.
As you can see in the picture to the right, here Molly is asserting her authority telling Thibs to 'stop it!'... the cat equivalent of the kids 'stop touching me'.
