Larry was bought as a kitten in a pet shop by my sister. A year later when she had a baby, Larry thought the crib was for his use and wouldn't stay out of it. So Larry came to live with us.
From the very start he made sure that my cat, Buster Butt, and the family dog, Sebastian Beau, knew their place. That place was well beneath his station in life. The rest of the family didn't fare much higher.
Larry could be a brat. He took no crap off anyone, animal or human. Sebastian and Buster often found themselves in a mighty headlock courtesy of Larry. One time he and I were in the family room together. He ran from silk flower arrangement to hanging macramé glass top table, creating havoc all while looking me right in the eye. If I shook a finger at him for misbehaving he'd smack my hand with a paw.
He bit Dad drawing blood. Dad smacked him back. After that they became best of friends. He slept in the crook of Dad's arm every night until Dad passed away.
After Sebastian and Buster passed on, Thumper, Thaddy and Tilly joined the family. Larry didn't consider any of them his equal either. He did watch over Thumper when Thumper had hip surgery so he did have a soft spot. He would never admit it however.
Larry enjoyed fish. He'd sell his own mother for a can of tuna. He also developed a taste for shrimp. Any dish brought into the house containing shrimp would have to be divvied up so he got his share. He didn't turn his nose up at lobster either. So Larry thought he'd try his paw at fishing. I caught him walking away from my aquarium with one of his front legs wet up to his shoulder. He once tipped the scales at close to twenty pounds hence the nickname, Larry the Load. When he ran across the living room to jump up in his window perch it sounded like a pony galloping through.
Larry considered the big bay front window his. A bed or cushion was always kept there for him. He loved bird watching from there. He enjoyed many a good nap in the sun in his window too. He also dined there. We never had house plants like we used to before his arrival. He either ate them or shredded them. He also would throw them back up for all to see. We bought a new sofa. That became his also. He would lay on the center cushion. No, you couldn't sit on the side ones when he was laying on it.
He also wore little outfits for our amusement. He didn't like it but he did it. He was compensated with cat treats afterwards. He had to get paid.
He liked watching canary videos on YouTube on my laptop. He'd watch them for hours.
As time went by Ole Larry got arthritis. A bed was made up for him on the kitchen floor. He wasn't so rotund due to a hyper thyroid. So like any little old man he took his meds every day for it. He still expected to be waited on. Mom called him King Tut. He would continue nail Thaddy with a nip or swat when he forgot his place but even after a while that was too much for even him to pull off.
Finally he became too feeble to enjoy life anymore. He had lost a lot of weight, had trouble walking, and his coat was matted and he couldn't groom himself properly. It became obvious his time had come. I took him to Veterinary Associates, where he was cared for all his life, and they kindly eased him into the next world. I am sure he is with Dad somewhere, sitting on his lap. And I am sure he is keeping all our pets who have crossed over before in their proper place. He had quite the left hook.
From the very start he made sure that my cat, Buster Butt, and the family dog, Sebastian Beau, knew their place. That place was well beneath his station in life. The rest of the family didn't fare much higher.
Larry could be a brat. He took no crap off anyone, animal or human. Sebastian and Buster often found themselves in a mighty headlock courtesy of Larry. One time he and I were in the family room together. He ran from silk flower arrangement to hanging macramé glass top table, creating havoc all while looking me right in the eye. If I shook a finger at him for misbehaving he'd smack my hand with a paw.
He bit Dad drawing blood. Dad smacked him back. After that they became best of friends. He slept in the crook of Dad's arm every night until Dad passed away.
After Sebastian and Buster passed on, Thumper, Thaddy and Tilly joined the family. Larry didn't consider any of them his equal either. He did watch over Thumper when Thumper had hip surgery so he did have a soft spot. He would never admit it however.
Larry enjoyed fish. He'd sell his own mother for a can of tuna. He also developed a taste for shrimp. Any dish brought into the house containing shrimp would have to be divvied up so he got his share. He didn't turn his nose up at lobster either. So Larry thought he'd try his paw at fishing. I caught him walking away from my aquarium with one of his front legs wet up to his shoulder. He once tipped the scales at close to twenty pounds hence the nickname, Larry the Load. When he ran across the living room to jump up in his window perch it sounded like a pony galloping through.
Larry considered the big bay front window his. A bed or cushion was always kept there for him. He loved bird watching from there. He enjoyed many a good nap in the sun in his window too. He also dined there. We never had house plants like we used to before his arrival. He either ate them or shredded them. He also would throw them back up for all to see. We bought a new sofa. That became his also. He would lay on the center cushion. No, you couldn't sit on the side ones when he was laying on it.
He also wore little outfits for our amusement. He didn't like it but he did it. He was compensated with cat treats afterwards. He had to get paid.
He liked watching canary videos on YouTube on my laptop. He'd watch them for hours.
As time went by Ole Larry got arthritis. A bed was made up for him on the kitchen floor. He wasn't so rotund due to a hyper thyroid. So like any little old man he took his meds every day for it. He still expected to be waited on. Mom called him King Tut. He would continue nail Thaddy with a nip or swat when he forgot his place but even after a while that was too much for even him to pull off.
Finally he became too feeble to enjoy life anymore. He had lost a lot of weight, had trouble walking, and his coat was matted and he couldn't groom himself properly. It became obvious his time had come. I took him to Veterinary Associates, where he was cared for all his life, and they kindly eased him into the next world. I am sure he is with Dad somewhere, sitting on his lap. And I am sure he is keeping all our pets who have crossed over before in their proper place. He had quite the left hook.
Larry was bought as a kitten in a pet shop by my sister. A year later when she had a baby, Larry thought the crib was for his use and wouldn't stay out of it. So Larry came to live with us.
From the very start he made sure that my cat, Buster Butt, and the family dog, Sebastian Beau, knew their place. That place was well beneath his station in life. The rest of the family didn't fare much higher.
Larry could be a brat. He took no crap off anyone, animal or human. Sebastian and Buster often found themselves in a mighty headlock courtesy of Larry. One time he and I were in the family room together. He ran from silk flower arrangement to hanging macramé glass top table, creating havoc all while looking me right in the eye. If I shook a finger at him for misbehaving he'd smack my hand with a paw.
He bit Dad drawing blood. Dad smacked him back. After that they became best of friends. He slept in the crook of Dad's arm every night until Dad passed away.
After Sebastian and Buster passed on, Thumper, Thaddy and Tilly joined the family. Larry didn't consider any of them his equal either. He did watch over Thumper when Thumper had hip surgery so he did have a soft spot. He would never admit it however.
Larry enjoyed fish. He'd sell his own mother for a can of tuna. He also developed a taste for shrimp. Any dish brought into the house containing shrimp would have to be divvied up so he got his share. He didn't turn his nose up at lobster either. So Larry thought he'd try his paw at fishing. I caught him walking away from my aquarium with one of his front legs wet up to his shoulder. He once tipped the scales at close to twenty pounds hence the nickname, Larry the Load. When he ran across the living room to jump up in his window perch it sounded like a pony galloping through.
Larry considered the big bay front window his. A bed or cushion was always kept there for him. He loved bird watching from there. He enjoyed many a good nap in the sun in his window too. He also dined there. We never had house plants like we used to before his arrival. He either ate them or shredded them. He also would throw them back up for all to see. We bought a new sofa. That became his also. He would lay on the center cushion. No, you couldn't sit on the side ones when he was laying on it.
He also wore little outfits for our amusement. He didn't like it but he did it. He was compensated with cat treats afterwards. He had to get paid.
He liked watching canary videos on YouTube on my laptop. He'd watch them for hours.
As time went by Ole Larry got arthritis. A bed was made up for him on the kitchen floor. He wasn't so rotund due to a hyper thyroid. So like any little old man he took his meds every day for it. He still expected to be waited on. Mom called him King Tut. He would continue nail Thaddy with a nip or swat when he forgot his place but even after a while that was too much for even him to pull off.
Finally he became too feeble to enjoy life anymore. He had lost a lot of weight, had trouble walking, and his coat was matted and he couldn't groom himself properly. It became obvious his time had come. I took him to Veterinary Associates, where he was cared for all his life, and they kindly eased him into the next world. I am sure he is with Dad somewhere, sitting on his lap. And I am sure he is keeping all our pets who have crossed over before in their proper place. He had quite the left hook.
From the very start he made sure that my cat, Buster Butt, and the family dog, Sebastian Beau, knew their place. That place was well beneath his station in life. The rest of the family didn't fare much higher.
Larry could be a brat. He took no crap off anyone, animal or human. Sebastian and Buster often found themselves in a mighty headlock courtesy of Larry. One time he and I were in the family room together. He ran from silk flower arrangement to hanging macramé glass top table, creating havoc all while looking me right in the eye. If I shook a finger at him for misbehaving he'd smack my hand with a paw.
He bit Dad drawing blood. Dad smacked him back. After that they became best of friends. He slept in the crook of Dad's arm every night until Dad passed away.
After Sebastian and Buster passed on, Thumper, Thaddy and Tilly joined the family. Larry didn't consider any of them his equal either. He did watch over Thumper when Thumper had hip surgery so he did have a soft spot. He would never admit it however.
Larry enjoyed fish. He'd sell his own mother for a can of tuna. He also developed a taste for shrimp. Any dish brought into the house containing shrimp would have to be divvied up so he got his share. He didn't turn his nose up at lobster either. So Larry thought he'd try his paw at fishing. I caught him walking away from my aquarium with one of his front legs wet up to his shoulder. He once tipped the scales at close to twenty pounds hence the nickname, Larry the Load. When he ran across the living room to jump up in his window perch it sounded like a pony galloping through.
Larry considered the big bay front window his. A bed or cushion was always kept there for him. He loved bird watching from there. He enjoyed many a good nap in the sun in his window too. He also dined there. We never had house plants like we used to before his arrival. He either ate them or shredded them. He also would throw them back up for all to see. We bought a new sofa. That became his also. He would lay on the center cushion. No, you couldn't sit on the side ones when he was laying on it.
He also wore little outfits for our amusement. He didn't like it but he did it. He was compensated with cat treats afterwards. He had to get paid.
He liked watching canary videos on YouTube on my laptop. He'd watch them for hours.
As time went by Ole Larry got arthritis. A bed was made up for him on the kitchen floor. He wasn't so rotund due to a hyper thyroid. So like any little old man he took his meds every day for it. He still expected to be waited on. Mom called him King Tut. He would continue nail Thaddy with a nip or swat when he forgot his place but even after a while that was too much for even him to pull off.
Finally he became too feeble to enjoy life anymore. He had lost a lot of weight, had trouble walking, and his coat was matted and he couldn't groom himself properly. It became obvious his time had come. I took him to Veterinary Associates, where he was cared for all his life, and they kindly eased him into the next world. I am sure he is with Dad somewhere, sitting on his lap. And I am sure he is keeping all our pets who have crossed over before in their proper place. He had quite the left hook.
