Of the eight cats I have “Cool Hand Luke” is the only one who comes to me.  She also sleeps nearby.  I brought her into the family when I married my wife over nine years ago.  Some of the other cats tolerate me and others even go into the opposite direction when I approach them so I appreciate her. (Yes, she is a female.)  “Cool Hand Luke” is completely black as were the dog and other cat I brought into the marriage–now both dead.  You never really own a cat.  In fact, they own you.  The dog I owned “Daisy” was really special to me.  It was the first dog I raised from a pup and also the first dog I trained although she was an adult when I did that.  When I was in the living room, she never took her eyes off of me and was one mighty stubborn dog.  Now I have a special relationship with “Tilla” one of my four dogs.  I never thought anyone would replace Daisy but he has.

“Cool Hand Luke”

Author: siggy

“Cool Hand Luke” is sitting on the corner of our bed.  He can usually be found in that room.  He is the last survivor of the animals I brought into this marriage.  The other two, oddly enough all black like she, are now dead.  The cat must be at least nine years old.

She does have some peculiarities:  not only does she hang out in our bedroom she also likes going through doors.  Open one she will dash out and seconds later if we open the same door she will quickly scoot back in.

She is kind of a loner:  she does not hang out with any of the other six cats although she is the most aggressive.  If we put out cat food, she is the first one at the dish.  I usually go to bed first and she often is near me snuggling up to me arching her back asking to be petted.

She is one laid back cat and I don’t remember who named her “Cool Hand Luke” although the name suit (???) her perfectly.  She is my cat although you really never own a cat.  They own you.

Her presence on my bed when I go to sleep is a comfort to me.  She is a special pet to me.  I don’t pay as much attention to the other six.