Today………My Story, by Pudge

Pudge, staking his claim on the new baby swing

Those of you who read yesterday’s blog, had a brief introduction to Pudge, my daughter’s cat…

Every so often, our hometown newspaper posts a picture of a cat or dog who has been at the nearby shelter a long time, with little adoption prospects.   Somewhere between the time Pudge’s picture was posted and the ad made publication, my daughter and her husband visited the shelter.  They were inundated by spunky kittens, but the adult orange cat named Steve by the volunteers,  captured their eyes, and their laps on the ride home.

Steve settled in instantly, like he ruled the place.  It was a little weird; my husband’s name is Steve, anyway, we could call both of them together at mealtime……..

I started calling him “Puddycat Steve,”……..just for separation purposes, although, thankfully, they bore little resemblance to each other…….(maybe the whiskers, if my Steve hadn’t shaved)……….

Pudge was a member of the household only about two weeks,  long enough to be loved, when the phone call came.  The shelter said a woman called and said, that’s my cat in the paper.   Thinking one woman’s happiness would be their own heartache, my daughter and her husband resigned themselves to what they knew would be coming.  It never came, the woman said………they can have him.  By the way she said, his name is Rusty.

So Puddycat Steve, became Rusty……..he didn’t answer to Rusty.  My daughter and her husband started calling him Pudge.  He answers to Pudge or Puddycat Pudge as Grandma calls him………….

Pudge, a.k.a. Rusty, as it turns out, lived only a couple of blocks from my daughter’s home.  When first brought back to familiar hunting grounds, he was eager to step outside and explore his former territory……

But Pudge’s roaming days are over.  He must have lived mostly on his own, his ear holds a battle scar, probably fought over some pretty lady of the night………

Now Pudge is content to sit on the windowsill, or as the picture portrays, in other places around the home. 

His delicate stomach, which I am sure survived a number of years from scrounging on the streets, now requires “sensitive stomach” cat food…….

Pudge, like his sister, will have some new baby behavior skills to learn………….



About sknobloch

I am an Author, Artist, and Reiki Master and Intuitive Counselor, offering energy and guidance sessions on people and beloved pet companions. I divide my time between a Northern NJ suburb of Manhattan and Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. I enjoy pursuing paranormal explorations in this uniquely haunted town. Read more about me at and All writings and photos © Shirl unauthorized copying or use permitted without written permission from the author and photographer, Shirl Knobloch.
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