08 March 2007

prince wilburforce of titmound

Wilbur was born on Palm Sunday (20 March) 2005. We got him from the Presbyterian minister's family when Wilbur was about 8 weeks old. We wanted a handsome cat, but what we got was a buff-colored piece of fluff with a skinny rat tail. Sweet, but kind of funny looking.

Wilbur is so named because, yes, he was the runt of the litter. The minister's daughters fed him by hand until he could eat solid food on his own. On a Saturday morning in May, B went to West Hebron and brought Wilbur home on a pillow.

Scamp sort of left Wilbur alone for the first few months. Kept his counsel. Played it real cool. Wilbur, on the other hand, harassed poor Scamp at every turn. It's only been in the past few months that the two have reached what seems like a pretty fair arrangement: Wilbur can pounce on Scamp's tail only if Scamp is allowed to eat Wilbur's share of the wet food.

Our vet tells us that Wilbur is not a short-haired cat, and he's not a long-haired cat. He's what they call a medium-haired cat.

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