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People wonder why I call him Hoggie?
It's short for "Love-Hog."
From the time he was a kitten, he's had a need for love that went beyond all the other cats we had. If people came to visit, he would go from one lap to the next and then back again.
We probably had 50 or more from 1981 to 2009, mostly rescues. Actually all rescues and a few litters from those rescues.
Our first cat showed up on the front porch. We went on vacation and when we came back, she was on our front porch and it was now apparent she was expecting.
After she continually returned, I built a raised three foot square house with a door opening and a shingled roof that lifted off for cleaning and spreading out a blanket, I called it "Catominium."
Anywho, Hoggie was born on a corner chair in the living room with his 4 brothers about two feet behind my head in a little spring up cat tent a friend had given us. He's heard my voice since his first breath and we've been pretty much inseparable these past 11 years. He went to Canada with me for a month and we've only been apart perhaps 10 days total in the past 11 years.
I take him out every day. He ran wild in LA but too many coyotes in Oceanside.
He likes to eat the grass and hurl every other day or so.
I've determined that he is most vulnerable to coyotes when he's wretching.
The Loquats Are Nearly Ready. The Birds Know It.
Have A Great Sunday!
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