Long time readers may know some of this, but there are probably some tidbits you don't know.
Rocky is our youngest. (Tux is actually the middle-child for all that he's Top Cat). Rocky was a barn kitten, brought home from my grandparents' barn - the last surviving kitten in a litter of five. (The others got an infection of some sort and didn't make it)
This is what he looked like when I brought him home that night.
|Baby barn cat!|
But after a bath, a trip or two to the vet, and some regualr feedings, he plumped right up into a normal healthy little kitten.
"Why is the litter box in the kitchen?" he asked when he came in.
I mutely pointed to the futon, where there was the tiniest little set of white paws sticking out.
I got the glare and a: "You got another cat????"
But Rocky quickly wormed his way into Dave's heart - and despite Dave not living with us until several years later, he claimed Dave as his person.
|Handsome, but evil!|
|"Little brothers are the worst!"|
It took me a couple of weeks to name him. I was actually planning on calling him Alastor - after Alastor Moody of Harry Potter - because he was quite a vocal little thing when he was upset (and had the cutest little grumble).
But then, one evening, Dave and I were curled up on the couch with him, watching the Rocky Horror Picture show. Rocky was purring away and I noted to Dave that he has a very burbling purr... like water bubbling over a rocky stream bed..... rocky stream.... Rocky Horror.... it just clicked - and Rocky was named.
|"I'm a life guard!"|
|"I can't draw, but I'll smack your crayons under the couch for you!"|
|"Shhhh... I'm hiding.."|
He's also extremely vocal - and not just when he's upset.
|"Mom. Mom. Mom. Moooooooooommmmmmmm...."|
He's put on quite a bit of weight over the years
|"I don't comment on your weight...now give me a another cheeseburger."|
|"I am the master of stealth..."|