Fungus, that is.
When she was a kitten, Tink used to like to take advantage of a lap from time to time.
But after her adventure out in the mean streets of Clermont County, and her spay,
and the two weeks Tony and I spent out of town for our honeymoon when she was a year old,
she had pretty much lost all interest.
Doodle never really did like being on our laps frequently, her favorite pastime was
curling up into a donut every time one of us crouched to do something like tie our shoes
or get a glass off a lower shelf in the cabinet.
Gord, however, is king of the lap fungi.
He especially loves to camp if one of us is working on the computer, really engrossed in
what we're doing. It seems to be most entertaining for him if the digs aren't ideal
-- if I have the keyboard shelf pulled all the way out across my legs, for example, or if
Tony's got a magazine on his lap.
It's not really a complaint, though. It's been a while since I had a cat who liked
to get on my lap, and Tony had never lived with cats before we got Tink.
I'm guessing from the way Gord behaves, he's not much used to having the option either.
He's a very sweet cat who clearly appreciates everything except for the fact
he can't eat himself into a bloated-up orange bowling ball. Even that
doesn't seem to disturb him unduly. He's usually willing to go sleep
somewhere, if food isn't imminent.
Age: Unknown, estimated birth date spring 1998
Type/Coloring: DSH red mackerel tabby
Weight: 15.0#, or thereabouts
Circumstances: Adopted from SICSA shelter, Dayton, Ohio -- was a found stray.
was an adoption from an animal shelter where Tony and I volunteer here in Montgomery
County/Greater Dayton -- SICSA
(Society for the Improvement of Conditions for Stray Animals). SICSA is a donor
supported, not-for-profit shelter in suburban Dayton, Ohio. SICSA shelters both
cats and dogs from the surrounding area, using the facilities and an extensive foster
network, to rehabilitate, socialize and rehome strays and dumped cats and dogs. But
that's all on their web site.
Part of my volunteer commitment is kenneling and visiting with the cats on the premises on
Monday nights. I like cats or I wouldn't have three of them and enjoy my
volunteering so much, but I don't become personally attached to all the cats I deal
with. I care for them all, but there's something different with some cats, a sort of
personality bond. Gord was one of them. He spent most of his time at SICSA in
an upper cage in the display area, where potential adopters look at cats and screen with
the fosters, employees and volunteers to determine whether they can provide a suitable
When he came in, either the person who had brought him -- someone in the swanky Dayton
suburb of Oakwood, on whose porch he had turned up, and who had fed him until SICSA had
room for him -- or someone at the shelter had named him Flame. As you can see, it
was a descriptive, if generic, name. Gord was so lonely, by the time Tony and I
adopted him and took him home, he had rubbed all the fur off behind his ears nuzzling
against the wire cage when people stopped to talk to him.
Because he was in the upper cage for so long, he reminded us of the Ranger Gord character
from CBC's "The Red Green Show."
Hence the name -- though I'm not sure Gord ever actually had a name, and he
certainly doesn't answer to much other than the rattle of the Iams bag up in the kitchen
-- the clatter of kibble in the stainless steel dish.
Ah, well. It was worth a try.