Now comes the time in our move where we are desperately trying to find a home for our feral barn cat not so feral, inside/outside house cat.
Before all you haters gonna hate, it was either a cat or a mice-infested home. Clearly we chose wisely.
We've literally asked anyone we could think of if they'd be interested in a cat with extra toes and a slight eating disorder. So far, no takers.
We even asked my parents, and they live 600 miles away.
Rudy came from Dusty's parent's stock of (at the time) 4 cats with the condition of "no givesy backsy" which, in all actuality is exactly what we're going to have to do while we try to find someone to take him.
He is hilarious! How can this not make you laugh:
I've never seen an animal that literally looked like it would kill you, if only it could.
And really, his favorite past time?
As much as we hate (hate) admitting this, Dusty and I have grown rather attached to this little guy over the years we've been in Meade County. We always joke that one of our favorite past times is making fun of our cat, but deep down we know it's not a joke. He's infamous around our circle of friends for his curmudgeonly old man cat-itude!
So! Who wants him? No seriously, he's got to go. Santa hat not included.