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For some strange reason I have had a few people ask me about Dammitt the cat. Here is a blog I wrote back in 2005 about how he came to own me.
Me And The Trailer Trash Cat.
Added : Monday, December 19th 2005 by grumpy
Related Tags : life, events
A couple of you wondered about Dammit the cat and how he got the name. Well settle down children, grab a cup of hot chocolate and sit back and Grumpy will tell you the story of how Dammit the cat came to own me and how he got his name.
Before I even knew that Linda would become a part of my life I had a single wide trailer in a small trailer park here where I live.
It was more than a trailer park, it was its own small community where every one knows everybody else. The people who live there ( mostly retired) would always stop to talk if you were sitting out in the yard just to catch up and pass the time.
If they heard you were sick there would be a knock on the door to see if you were ok or maybe needed something from the store. Just good old fashion small town type of people who watch out for and care for their neighbors.
We always had a couple of feral cats running around that people would leave food out for, and they would do as cats will do. Well every year we would have a litter or two kittens that would be there until they disappeared moving on to less populated areas.
Well one day I had a maintenance problem I needed to talk to Chappy the owner about, and after about a hours search I found him and the park maintenance guy gutting a singlewide's kitchen so they could put in new floors and cabinets. Before I could tell him my problem he looked down between his feet and pointed to a small black furry object and asked “Ya want a cat?â€
? Nope sure don’t†I answered and then tried to explain what I did want done, I wanted my roof fixed where his tree had rubbed against it.
“Ya need a cat?†was his reply.
“Nope, just my roof fixedâ€.
The object of this conversation had now switched his attention from John’s feet to trying to climb up my leg.
Chappy then countered with “You know if I didn’t have this cat under my feet (spit) I could finish this up and get to fixin your roof this evening.â€
Knowing it was a losing cause to try and argue with a man chewing Redman Tobacco and using a chain saw for remodeling I never less gave it one more try “John my lease says I can’t have any pets.
“I own this god dam park and I guess ifn I say you can have a pet you can have a pet†was his answer. “Now take your cat and Bernie and I will be over to fix your roof this afternoon.â€
Realizing my defeat I pulled the small black object off my leg and carried him as I retreated back to my house. Once there I sat him down on my brick walkway as I opened the door, about half hoping he would turn tail and run. He looked down the drive one last time, stood his tail straight up and with out invitation or indecision walked in to what was now his house and our home.
This old Tomcat and I have been together a few years now and are growing old together, just two old farts that still think we are young but smart enough to know not to get off the coach to prove it.
A while back when I fell in love with Linda and she with me, we decided that I should give up the trailer and move to the condo with her. However she wasn’t to sure about my bringing Dammit with me. Not to long ago she told me that if she ever got rid of me she would give me back the diamond ring, but the cat was staying.
Trust me I know how lucky I am to have so much love from these two that hold such a place in my heart.
My oh my where did the time go. It’s getting late and some of us need our beauty sleep. Put your cups in the sink and off you go. Maybe tomorrow or the next day I’ll finish this cat’s tale and tell you how he got his name and maybe about the time he set his tail on fire.
Well Linda got rid me and Dammitt. And we are back at the trailer park. Just two “ole farts†growing old together. He is more than just a cat to me.
He knows when I pull in at night and meets me at the door. And then there is 15 or so minutes of him wanting attention.
He gets mad when he doesn’t get his way, below is a picture of him giving me his death stare because I didn’t share some ham with him.
He gobbles it down and then he throws up. I know it-I am sure he knows it.
The difference being he loves ham- but I have to clean it up.
He is not a dumb animal-half the time he out smarts me. I swear I can hear cat chuckles when he gets me a good one.
To paraphrase a old saying “Half the time I can’t live with him-but I sure wouldn’t want to live with out him.