R.I.P. Fluffy Butt

 When the neighbors moved in behind me, after the house flippers finally left, about five years ago, four cats began showing up in my yard.

Turns out they all belonged to the new neighbors.  A calico, a long hair orange tux (Gigi, a.k.a. Butters), a black and white boy, who was fixed, and Fluffy Butt who was not fixed.

Their black and white boy disappeared at least a year ago and was likely hit by a car.   They still have their calico, old now.  And Butters, Gigi to me, mainly hangs out in my yard and garage.   Fluffy Butt, the Siamese, whom I finally took to be fixed with their permission, died yesterday I think, not sure the day.  She told me today that he was hit by a car late at night.  He was still alive when found by a neighbor who called the police and the police knocked on their door to find out if he was theirs.   He was terribly injured however and the emergency vet recommended euthanasia.

So long Fluffers.  He often visited here and came in the garage.  But once neutered he'd stayed home way more than Gigi does.  She doesn't want to go home.   They said she had a nervous breakdown when their dog died.  She'd loved their dog.

I remember once I drove to 7-11 and when I came out to get in my car, was shocked to see Fluffy Butt on the drivers seat like nothing out of the ordinary.  What are you doing in my car, buddy?   He was probably sleeping in it, when I went out, got in and drove off to the store.

Fluffy Butt in my car at 7-11

Wishful thinker.  He was no good at hunting but very good at watchiing and hoping.

He turned into a nice cat once fixed.   

So long Fluffy Butt.