Monsignor Pedro, a member of the Cat-holic church
This is my own private joke. I kept calling Pedro ‘Senor Pedro’ but the first time, I accidentally called him ‘Monsieur Pedro’ as in a French mister. Knowing that was wrong, I changed it to ‘Monsignor Pedro’, which again is wrong and refers to a position in the Catholic church. Then I cracked myself up by calling him ‘Monsignor Pedro, a member of the Cat-holic church’. With material like that, I bet you’re wondering why I don’t do stand-up.
Ok, so I know I loved River. And I went on and on about her. And there is a cat at the AWL that I think might be her and it makes my heart physically squirm when I see her photo, the fact that she’s still there after all this time. But *this* cat, this cat right here. This might actually be the best cat in the world.
People, meet Metro. Metro reminds me of a subway system, so I renamed him Pedro, or Peddy. Not that he ever really came to his name. He once came running when I called out ‘Peddy boom-booms', so we still refer to him as that in my house.
I was a little reluctant to have a full sized cat because I don’t really like cats. Kittens are super cute and playful and actually WANT to hang out with you. Cats seem to have lost that. Then I saw him and he was gorgeous. Steel grey with chocolate stripes and beautiful blue eyes. I’m a sucker for a good looking boy.
He had cat flu, not that we had any sneezing, but his eye was a little funny with conjunctivitis. He would walk around winking, which cracked me up… even though it was a semi-serious medical problem.
*Hello ladies* :)
He was really chatty, especially whenever anybody was in the kitchen and he thought he might get some food. He would just miaow for attention and then I would tell him stuff about my day and he would miaow in the appropriate places. Who needs people?
Things Pedro loved:
Napping - we would nap together a lot. We did a lot of bonding over our love of napping. Unfortunately for this next photo the sound of my camera turning on woke him up and he started to get out of bed, but just before this photo was taken, he was happily napping under the blankets.
Potato chips - he would sit on your knee and watch every single potato chip going into your mouth. If he thought you were eating too many without sharing, he would creep further and further towards the general chip area, until you took notice and gave him a chip. Or two. And he was really good about other food and respecting the difference between people food and cat food, it was just chips he was crazy about.
‘Lying like a baby’ - this is my mum’s favourite thing to do to animals, make them lie in her arms as if they were a baby. Most animals hate doing that but Pedro, bless him, would lie like that pretty contentedly.
The sound of the fridge door opening - Mum can’t get down on her hands and knees like me to check whether he was underneath the car or not, so her secret weapon was opening the fridge. As soon as he heard that, he knew food was coming… even though his food never came out of the fridge. He would came CHARGING down the hallway and into the kitchen, ready for the treat that was inevitable waiting for him for coming and being a good boy.
He loved people and hanging out. He was really good like that. But he also wanted to be outside. Towards the end of our time with him, he would sit by our big glass doors and stare outside or sit in the garage where the outside wind would waft in from time to time.
We would have to be careful about opening the garage door but he always came out from underneath the car when we called for him. My aunt’s friend Chrissy was staying with us and she came home through the garage door. I instantly knew Pedro had run outside. I freaked out, despite her saying that she hadn’t seen him run out. I’d already lost one animal with the AWL, I was not losing another! I ran outside and it was pitch black. I called him and luckily for once, he responded with a little ‘miaow’. I knew he was a good boy but I also knew that he wanted some freedom. I walked towards the miaowing and he was up on the fence. He miaowed again and was moving towards me but there were lots of bushes in the way, making it difficult for him to see a clear path to me. I tried to reach up to him but there was a giant spider web (complete with giant spider) in the way. Ok, so I couldn’t get him that way. I ran round to the other side of the fence and into my neighbour’s yard. In the moonlight I could see a cane toad try and hop out of my way. I had no shoes on. Deciding a spider would run away from me whereas I might accidentally tread on a cane toad, I ran back around to where Peddy was… and he was gone. He must have gone into the neighbours yard. Damn, I’d have to go up against the cane toad again. I entered the yard and could instantly see Pedro. I called him again and he sauntered casually over to me. And I picked him up and pretty much strangled him with a giant hug.
Pedro was so chilled and laidback. I loved coming home from work and finding him splayed out on the washing machine and being greeted with a ‘mao’. I loved him so much, I was like a child with a toy, I had to carry him with me everywhere. I called him my Subsitute Baby because he was the size of a small child that I would lug around my house.
He fit into our lifestyle really well. I wanted to keep him so bad and to her credit, when I asked mum if we could, she honestly did think about it. But with us possibly moving next year and to a flat which may not allow pets, she had to say no. We miss our Peddy boom booms. The day I took him back to the shelter, I told mum I would punish her by bringing back a kitten. After a well behaved older cat, a kitten would be hell for her, lol. And I came back with three… but that’s a whole other story.
Pedro has now been rehomed. I'm sure he is chatting away to his new owners, kicking back watching TV with some chips and storing up his energy for his next outside adventure!
Ok, so I know I loved River. And I went on and on about her. And there is a cat at the AWL that I think might be her and it makes my heart physically squirm when I see her photo, the fact that she’s still there after all this time. But *this* cat, this cat right here. This might actually be the best cat in the world.
People, meet Metro. Metro reminds me of a subway system, so I renamed him Pedro, or Peddy. Not that he ever really came to his name. He once came running when I called out ‘Peddy boom-booms', so we still refer to him as that in my house.
I was a little reluctant to have a full sized cat because I don’t really like cats. Kittens are super cute and playful and actually WANT to hang out with you. Cats seem to have lost that. Then I saw him and he was gorgeous. Steel grey with chocolate stripes and beautiful blue eyes. I’m a sucker for a good looking boy.
He had cat flu, not that we had any sneezing, but his eye was a little funny with conjunctivitis. He would walk around winking, which cracked me up… even though it was a semi-serious medical problem.
*Hello ladies* :)
He was really chatty, especially whenever anybody was in the kitchen and he thought he might get some food. He would just miaow for attention and then I would tell him stuff about my day and he would miaow in the appropriate places. Who needs people?
Things Pedro loved:
Napping - we would nap together a lot. We did a lot of bonding over our love of napping. Unfortunately for this next photo the sound of my camera turning on woke him up and he started to get out of bed, but just before this photo was taken, he was happily napping under the blankets.
Potato chips - he would sit on your knee and watch every single potato chip going into your mouth. If he thought you were eating too many without sharing, he would creep further and further towards the general chip area, until you took notice and gave him a chip. Or two. And he was really good about other food and respecting the difference between people food and cat food, it was just chips he was crazy about.
‘Lying like a baby’ - this is my mum’s favourite thing to do to animals, make them lie in her arms as if they were a baby. Most animals hate doing that but Pedro, bless him, would lie like that pretty contentedly.
The sound of the fridge door opening - Mum can’t get down on her hands and knees like me to check whether he was underneath the car or not, so her secret weapon was opening the fridge. As soon as he heard that, he knew food was coming… even though his food never came out of the fridge. He would came CHARGING down the hallway and into the kitchen, ready for the treat that was inevitable waiting for him for coming and being a good boy.
He loved people and hanging out. He was really good like that. But he also wanted to be outside. Towards the end of our time with him, he would sit by our big glass doors and stare outside or sit in the garage where the outside wind would waft in from time to time.
We would have to be careful about opening the garage door but he always came out from underneath the car when we called for him. My aunt’s friend Chrissy was staying with us and she came home through the garage door. I instantly knew Pedro had run outside. I freaked out, despite her saying that she hadn’t seen him run out. I’d already lost one animal with the AWL, I was not losing another! I ran outside and it was pitch black. I called him and luckily for once, he responded with a little ‘miaow’. I knew he was a good boy but I also knew that he wanted some freedom. I walked towards the miaowing and he was up on the fence. He miaowed again and was moving towards me but there were lots of bushes in the way, making it difficult for him to see a clear path to me. I tried to reach up to him but there was a giant spider web (complete with giant spider) in the way. Ok, so I couldn’t get him that way. I ran round to the other side of the fence and into my neighbour’s yard. In the moonlight I could see a cane toad try and hop out of my way. I had no shoes on. Deciding a spider would run away from me whereas I might accidentally tread on a cane toad, I ran back around to where Peddy was… and he was gone. He must have gone into the neighbours yard. Damn, I’d have to go up against the cane toad again. I entered the yard and could instantly see Pedro. I called him again and he sauntered casually over to me. And I picked him up and pretty much strangled him with a giant hug.
Pedro was so chilled and laidback. I loved coming home from work and finding him splayed out on the washing machine and being greeted with a ‘mao’. I loved him so much, I was like a child with a toy, I had to carry him with me everywhere. I called him my Subsitute Baby because he was the size of a small child that I would lug around my house.
He fit into our lifestyle really well. I wanted to keep him so bad and to her credit, when I asked mum if we could, she honestly did think about it. But with us possibly moving next year and to a flat which may not allow pets, she had to say no. We miss our Peddy boom booms. The day I took him back to the shelter, I told mum I would punish her by bringing back a kitten. After a well behaved older cat, a kitten would be hell for her, lol. And I came back with three… but that’s a whole other story.
Pedro has now been rehomed. I'm sure he is chatting away to his new owners, kicking back watching TV with some chips and storing up his energy for his next outside adventure!