you've heard us mention him before, so now you can put a face wif the name. this is mom's bestest picture of our long-ago uncle. she just found it in an album, so she scanned an' posted it for all of us to see. he was part of a feral fambly that lived in mom's back yard one summer. mom rescued his orange littermate, mouse mcnasty (The First Cat), acause their cat mama had left him behind when she moved the brood--not once, but twice! the other kitties from the litter grew up wif the mama an' stayed away from beans.
one by one throughout the summer, howefur, the mama cat an' ofur kitties disappeared, an' finally only the half-grown grey tuxie remained. he was still wary, but would come to the back porch to eat chows mom left out for him.
one very cold fall morning, mom opened the door an' he din't run away. he sneezed; he coughed. she touched him, an' he din't flinch or move, just looked at her wif goopy eyes. she picked him up and brought him in, wrapped him in a towel, an' called a neighbor to please take them to the v-e-t.
eekie was a furry sick boy fur a while, but the meddysins the v-e-t gave him finally made him better. soon he an' his brofur were playin' an' rough-housin', an' that's how he came to live inside. he lived a long, healthy life, an' became the King of the Cats in our house. mom an' dad still talk about him, an' we wishes we had knowed him. (you kin clickify on his picture to see mom's flickr post.)