by Cantinker Moss
Here is my good buddy. This guy has single-handedly (-pawedly?} changed my opinion about felines. Yes, there are cats with nasty dispositions, but they probably have their reasons. And really, all animals have their particular traits. Wolves and mountain lions kill to eat, and even pit bulls are trained to fight, unfortunately.
But this guy…well, he’s definitely low maintenance. A can of Nine Lives, and he’s content.
So I want to introduce you to Gumball as he is known around the house. (Gumball is a popular cartoon cat) But to me, he’s known as Sgt. Gumball. If he isn’t eating, you’ll find him on a chair in the living room…sleeping on my son’s bed…on a table next to me and my easy chair…or a bean bag chair in my den. You’ll also find him stalking around the house in the middle of the night. I guess he’s probably on one of his patrols looking for enemies. Yep, you’ll find him in any of these places—that is if he isn’t in my lap when I’m not using my laptop.
That’s my buddy.
(I had to revise the photo of Sgt. Gumball because I lost it on a previous manuscript) (Also, thanks to my son, Phil, for a great shot of Sgt. Gumball at attention at the top of this post.