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Winston, the gangsta thug cat

Winston. What can I say about Winston. Well, he is obviously a gangster and a thug. A gangsta thug cat, for sure. An enforcer, a hitman…..a hitcat, feared by all, including me.

Winston, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

He started out okay, adopted by my niece when he was a kitten, who had him declawed. When she married, there was an iffy relationship between Winston and his new dad so outdoors he went. As the story goes, a well organized gang of raccoons almost did Winston in. He was a changed cat from there on, dedicated to getting even and never taking a beating again from anyone with fur.  Or without fur, for that matter.

I was concerned for him being outdoors and declawed. So I offered to take him to Lake Worth because the raccoons in my area are way more respectful. Believe me, it is true. I have pictures to prove it. So into my car he went for his trip to a new home with me and my cats. This all happened during Christmas 2009. First night in his new digs, he bit me bad. It was one day later, New Years Day, when I realized the bite was badly infected so off to a clinic I went. And $400+ dollars poorer, I re-evaluated Winston, his clawless situation and just how tough is this cat? He is really tough and fearless so outdoors he went. He may not have claws but this cat knows how to wield his teeth. They are big teeth, really sharp and he is a very large and very strong cat.  All muscle and attitude. He walks with a swagger and rules with a temper. He is one scary dude.

It is 2+ years later and he is doing fine, ruling the neighborhood, collecting bribes, providing protection to his friends (does he even have any?), and aggressing anyone who gives him a hard time. He is a winner. And a thug. A gang of one.

He did have a run in with a car, presenting himself to me one night for his dinner, with obvious tire marks down his back. Could that be, I asked myself.  No way. But the next day, when Winston had trouble walking, I realized he had lost all of the skin off his paws during his meeting with the car (was not a good meeting for sure). So for almost 2 weeks, Winston stayed inside, at the foot of my bed, being waited on hand and foot (haha) until his paws healed. It was at that time that Winston and I came to an agreement. I would agree to feed him massive amounts of food, to cater to his demands, to leave him alone when he wanted to be alone, he would set all the rules, and all the critters in his vicinity had to obey him. In return, he agreed he would only bite me when he could not help himself.  Apparently he could not help himself approximately 9 times. I am hopeful though because there seems to be a longer period of time between each incident, as each occurs. I especially liked the time I opened the refrigerator door and Winston became so excited at the thought of food that he could not help himself and bit the back of my leg. Now that is a wake up call. I am lucky though, I am not a bleeder but I may have to re-evaluate my aspirin a day regimen.

Sleeping Winston. Looks real sweet but beware! He’s a killer.

My other cats respect him, that much is obvious. Whenever and where ever Winston is, my cats give him a very, very wide berth, never walking by him within teeth proximity. Apparently, to cats, teeth proximity is about 6 to 8 feet. I watched all of my cats circle around Winston, at one time or another, and never closer than 6 feet. I give him a wide berth, and when he decides to take a nap anywhere I happen to be near, I move. Remember, with age comes wisdom

This I know for sure: Winston will never be bathed, Winston has to tend to his own booboos, Winston does not ever have to worry about taking pills or any kind of medicine, for that matter, and Winston gets fed first….always.  Without a doubt, Winston is a man’s cat.