Then there was Patch, a very large very fat black and white Cat. I don't know if there are cats that can be "mentally challenged"....let's just say Patch wasn't the brightest bulb in the lamp... :) But he was a dear cat. He behaved more like a dog than a cat--- would come running if you called, "Patch, treat!!".... and gulp down whatever you were offering -- which was great when he needed to be given medicine, as he didn't seem to notice..or care about..a difference. We had him when Jimmy Carter was running for office. We'd joke that we should have "rented" him to the Carter campaign: Patch loved dry roasted peanuts. If we couldn't find him (he, like a lot of cats, wouldn't always come when we called), all we had to do was shake a jar of peanuts and he'd come running. He'd eat the jar full if we let him.
Patch was everybody's friend.....almost. For the most part, anyone who came to the door, whether they'd been there before or not, Patch would be around their ankles, waiting for them to sit down, at which point he'd be in their lap, purring loudly. He purred SO loud you could hear him across the room, and so energetically he'd start to cough and sputter...and have to stop and breathe a bit before purring again..
I said he was "almost" everyone's friend: At the time we were living in a predominately black neighborhood (both of us are white) in Georgia. Patch did not like black people. Our dear sweet neighbor --- an elderly black woman -- would come to the door, looking for TC to help her with something....and Patch would growl. We thought at first that he didn't like *her*, for some reason......but then, as we got to know more of our neighbors, they'd come to visit, and we'd have to lock Patch away, because he'd growl at them, too! We could never figure out exactly why he hated them, so. We had gotten Patch as a tiny kitten - he was abandoned at the laundro-mat where I would do our wash every week.. but he hadn't been there more than a week or so before I took him home, and as I said, he was just a tiny thing, so it couldn't have been that he was mistreated, at least not much! For a cat that was otherwise a cuddly teddy bear.....he wasn't at all happy when anyone not white came to visit. Very odd.
Patch was everybody's friend.....almost. For the most part, anyone who came to the door, whether they'd been there before or not, Patch would be around their ankles, waiting for them to sit down, at which point he'd be in their lap, purring loudly. He purred SO loud you could hear him across the room, and so energetically he'd start to cough and sputter...and have to stop and breathe a bit before purring again..
I said he was "almost" everyone's friend: At the time we were living in a predominately black neighborhood (both of us are white) in Georgia. Patch did not like black people. Our dear sweet neighbor --- an elderly black woman -- would come to the door, looking for TC to help her with something....and Patch would growl. We thought at first that he didn't like *her*, for some reason......but then, as we got to know more of our neighbors, they'd come to visit, and we'd have to lock Patch away, because he'd growl at them, too! We could never figure out exactly why he hated them, so. We had gotten Patch as a tiny kitten - he was abandoned at the laundro-mat where I would do our wash every week.. but he hadn't been there more than a week or so before I took him home, and as I said, he was just a tiny thing, so it couldn't have been that he was mistreated, at least not much! For a cat that was otherwise a cuddly teddy bear.....he wasn't at all happy when anyone not white came to visit. Very odd.



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