Guns

My sister's large, evil, squeaky cat Gunny.  He is called that because of his overall gunmetal color.  We also call him Guns, Gunniver, and Lord Gunsington.  He is very greedy and will knock his mom over so he can jump in your lap.  He has a brother named Ed who is pure black and has no nickname whatsoever.  Both of these cats are very large, not to say fat, and very vocal with a high pitched mew.  I found his mother under the brake petal of my old jeep after she had been abandoned by her mother.  I kept her alive and what a job that was.  In addition to Ed and Lord Gunsington, she had two other children, Hermione and Clementine.  Her name is Poppy.  There is also another big cat, Emily.  Emily and her brother, Art, as kittens were found outside the Art building at the University of Texas, and were rescued by Ms. Debra Sayre, a true hero in the cat rescue business.  Art had some sort of feline muscular dystrophy and could not walk well.  He had huge shoulders and a very small rear.  He would fall off of things and convulse and grimace.  We called him Burly Cat or just Burls.  He lived to be five and it broke all our hearts when he died.

In the photo above Guns is wanting attention and he better get it toute suite.  Guns and Ed like to get a running start and damn anything that gets in the way of your lap.

Avec la couleur, si vous plais.


Photo by Carol Davis