I went to the pound to have a dog put down, there was no hope for her so I had no choice. As I was walking by the cages to leave, a big orange tiger cat put his paws out to me. My heart melted. I found out his information, he was 6 mths old, declawed and castrated. He had just been brought in that morning as the lady who owned him was going in for surgery and couldn't take care of him after. He was a manx cat.
What I remember most about him, besides him weighing 27 pounds when he grew to adult, is when you did something wrong, especially the kids or the dog, he would slap, across the face or leg or what he could reach. He also yowled quite loudly .
One time my sister was over visiting and suddenly Ramsey started yowling louder than ever. We went running and much to our surp rise, my 1 year lold niece was half way up the stairs~open riser steps~ just as i get there she stood up. as she did she started going right over backwards. i caught her by her head with my fingers. My sister still says he was our hero cat.
Ramsey was with us for five years. He got cancer and after a few months he was gone. We miss him still.
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