Our first day of living together in the Spyglass Apartments in Austin, TX was greeted by our now lifelong companion, Plexi. He was the steward to building #3 and his resting post was typically under the first step of the bridge from the parking spaces to the 6 apartments spanned across three floors. Our home was #325, on the third floor. I never sensed any fear of people in Plexi, and he typically greeted everyone with a high pitched “brrrrr” and a rub on the stairway rail. He continues to greet us this way today.
For a long time, he, was a she. For some reason, mainly the lack of any balls, we just saw a girl in his face. We always thought “she” was a rather forthcoming and brave female cat that would be incredibly docile, relaxed, playful and friendly, but that could turn into a territorial punk at the passing by of a neighbor cat. He had his friends, or others that made their way into his circle of trustworthies (or lessers), but for the most part he was a lone kitty that reminded me of a Clint Eastwood of Felines. Sort of a The Good, The Bad and The Ugly / Dirty Hairy feel.
One day though, we left our door cracked open, and had a silent, creeping visitor that mosied on in and about the apartment. He sniffed around and explored but never marked it as new territory. He’s actually, amazingly, completely self-trained on the pee & poo-box. He doesn’t even mind being seen while he’s balancing on the lip of the box... he simply winks or closes his eyes. He’s very funny that way.
Once we saw that he was comfortable with our abode, and enjoyed eating what we could offer him, he made the move to stay with us overnight. Right away he made his self at home and felt comfortable sleeping with us. I’m slightly allergic to... well, to almost everything... including myself, so kitty fur was a little sketchy but we did well to clean the sheets often. Fortunately, Plexor’s a short haired cat so fur devils aren’t really a problem. In fact, I’ve never seen him have a fur ball cough.
Well eventually we decided that we were a family and took him (at that time still a she) to the vet to get inoculated and tagged only to find out that she was a he! We were stunned. It took us several months to break out of caller Plexi “she”. It now seems all to natural. He’s a he and we love him.
Since then, we’ve moved into a house. There was a heinous break in period where he wouldn’t stop meowing... incessantly. Drove us nuts. I finally caved one morning around 3am and let him out. We thought we’d lost him and couldn’t find him all day only to later discover a hiding roost under our neighbors shed. All was fine. Plexi broke in to the new environment which we quickly discovered that he preferred as he didn’t have any neighbor apartment cats to fight off for food. He seems to enjoy the indoor life though we definitely don’t fence him one way or another. He’s a free wanderer that enriches our lives and fills us with wonderful stories.
Love you Plex.
Enjoy the slideshow.
Plexor our Plexinator
zzz....
what'ya want?
The elusive Plexor
Up close & personal
Gotcha!
The predator gives up.
Friends?
Only if I can paddy paw on your teddy Stumps.
ok... peace it is.
Now begins your education.
Sometimes you must play dead to thwart predators.
Don’t smile though... it’s a dead give away.
Keep your fur clean. shower?
Do not forget your wild ways.
Keep your claws sharp.
But be a member in our family.
Sleepy?
Let’s sleep...
comfy...
...& nestled
