Many people have asked me about our name: Fat Tabby and Friends and the cute cat face on our logo. Well, that would be Buster. Buster is our inspiration, our logo, and our Fat Tabby. (To be fair, he’s not my first Fat Tabby. That would be – yep – Tabitha. Tabitha was 17 when she crossed the bridge in March of 2013.)
Baby Buster Before Capture and yes – he was fat then too.
Buster came to us courtesy of an elderly man who fed all the ferals but passed away in July of 2009. Buster and seven of his siblings ended up in my yard . . . oh no! Kittens! I can’t resist kittens! I trapped all but Buster at first. Buster was a real pistol – we trapped him twice and he escaped twice. He then would come to the back door and try to play with my cats through the glass – he was that lonely. It broke my heart. Then in early October that year it rained. Poured. Buster was outside in the rain soaked through and through. He was only a baby at about three months old and I was very concerned he’d get ill. We finally succeeded shortly thereafter in trapping him only to have him be terrified and continually hiss at us. But our Buster is nothing but sweet: he never bit or scratched; just the hissing. I wasn’t sure I could tame him but time and love (and neutering a couple months later) did the trick. Buster is pure undiluted sweetness but still a bit on the timid side. Coughing up his own hairballs frightens him so much he has passed out and gives himself diarrhea! (See the Pee B Gone post below.)
Buster’s first business venture (not really but we like to think so)
Over the pass in Bridgeport there was a store called Buster’s. We used to joke that our Buster was an entrepreneur and sold “Chicken! Cuz I likes Chicken!” When Buster’s closed (a sad day for me because I grew up camping on the Eastern side of the Sierras and we knew Buster’s really well) we would comment, “Buster sold out of chicken!” Since he was already an experienced business owner he was the logical choice for a mascot. He continues to be my inspiration, my dinner companion, my drools-like-a-fire-hydrant-when-pet-and-you-have-to-wash-what-you-are-wearing little buddy. Happy five year anniversary of your adoption Buster Buddy!
As you can see not much has changed in five years
So our Rocky (and his sister Heidi and his mom and dad Jeanne and Dave) have finally moved into their new home in Idaho! In an interview this evening Rocky said, “Dude, I totally know I’m a cool California cat but, like, Idaho is super chill.” I think that means he likes his new home.
Warm, quiet late afternoon on the deck . . .
Summit and the stick she absolutely HAD to have on the walk back to the car. She said, “Best. Stick. Ever.” Until she got bored with it.
Thank you to everyone who entered our Frosty Bowlz Giveaway! It was a great turnout for our first annual giveaway!
This month is our one year anniversary! So to celebrate we are going to be giving a gift! Stay tuned for information on how to win this 40 oz FrostyBowlz – perfect for summer!
Took some clients to a vet appointment today. Heeeeere’s Bibi! Ziva makes a quick cameo. Every time I took Bibi out and closed the drawer he immediately went back, opened it, and climbed in. This video is about the third time he tried to hide.
Happy Tails little buddy! We are wishing a bittersweet farewell to Fat Tabby family members Rocky (formerly Romeo), his sister Heidi (formerly Katie) and their dad and mom David and Jeanne (no ‘formerly;’ those are their real names). This is Rocky trying out his “Taj Mahal” travel crate built by his dad for utmost comfort on their two day car ride to the family’s new home in Idaho. We hope to see updates from the whole family in their new digs!
Update 5/2/14 from Dave and Jeanne: “We arrived safe and sound last evening. The cats were great – not a peep out of Rocky almost the whole trip and just a few comments from Heidi every time we slowed down or turned off the highway. The litter got spread around pretty thoroughly in the kennels, but they both peed and pooped, so there were no blockages! They have the run of the house and seem to be doing just great – even finding the litter boxes and their food and water. Heidi seems to have mellowed out about hissing so much at Rocky but not entirely. We miss all our friends at church and singing in the choir – we loved it all.”
This bundle of pure undiluted sweetness gave me a cavity just looking at him. Welcome little buddy!