"Thousands of years ago, cats were worshiped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this." ~ Anonymous
It's been a hectic weekend here, so I'm a little late with my N post. I'm glad we normally skip Sundays so I can catch up quickly.
Since Clancy had his C post, I can't leave my cat Nate out. My choice for N was an easy one.
I've had Nate for a little over three years now. I originally planned to name him Jack, but when I saw him at the shelter, the little index card taped to his cage said Nate. I thought the name fit him, so Nate he remained.
This is baby Nate right after he came home. According to the vet's best guess, he was about four months old at the time.
Nate settled in to his new home quickly, and wasted no time exploring everything, and claiming the place as his own.
Unfortunately, as Nate grew older, he had a tendency to have too much to drink, and he could never hold his liquor.
In all seriousness, my pets have never had alcohol, so I have no idea why Nate looks completely sloshed here. It's possible he got carried away with his catnip toys.
Nate sees himself as the head of our household, and his favorite place to relax is on top of the kitchen cabinets. He loves jumping up there and looking down on Clancy and me, surveying his domain before he goes to sleep.
When Nate comes down from his perch, he is very good at keeping Clancy in line.
I'm not sure why, since Clancy is easily three times Nate's size, but Nate rules the roost.
Nate is the third cat I've had and, like my first two, he's a gem. He may keep busy maintaining control of our house but, like all cats, he knows how to relax and make himself comfortable.
"A cat pours his body on the floor like water. It is restful just to see him." ~ William Lyon Phelps
I hope everyone has been having a great weekend!