Here is my story…

There seemed to be a lot of new people visiting my blog and Facebook page yesterday.  Several people have asked me to tell the love story between myself and the woman.  So I thought I would reshare the post where I described how we found each other.  I hope you enjoy it!

Reposted from November 24, 2013

Today is a big day.  The woman and I celebrate our 1 year anniversary.  One year ago today, she was out raking leaves in the backyard.  Just like today, it was bitter cold and blustery.  She was walking back from carrying a tarp filled with leaves to the front curb when she saw this:

Bob trying to get warm


Yes…that is me…doing my best to stay warm.  It had been a long hard night because of the wind and the temperatures dropping down into the teens.  The woman was shocked to find me there and I must say…I was shocked to see her.  I just wasn’t a big fan of people…but that’s a story for another day.

What I didn’t realize was that I had taken up residence in the yard of a human that cannot bear to see someone like me suffer.  And, I suppose if I’m honest, life really was hard then. I was suffering.  I wasn’t feeling particularly good that day because I had gotten into an epic battle with this SOB the day before…

Sparring partner

We got into a fight over food the woman set out for people like ME…not him.  I would’ve won that battle if it hadn’t been for those ridiculous razors he had for feet.  He pulled a girly move and scratched me…pretty badly.  So I had a big cut down the front of my chest and it was very sore.

When the woman realized I had been hurt, she scooped me up before I could protest and put me in a box-like contraption…

On the way to the vet

I was seriously not sure about this…first, she was a human.  Secondly, I was put in a box.  And thirdly, I had no idea what was going to happen next.

Well, she took me to a place where they squeezed me, poked me, and exposed me to indignities with a thermometer that I could never explain.

Getting a checkup from the vet


I was tested for all kinds of diseases and got a clean bill of health.  I had already been “snipped” as they say…so that was a plus, too.  I was then put back in the box and we headed out the door.

It was then that I got my first really good look at the woman…

First real look at the woman


…and I knew right then that I would love her forever.  I knew I could trust her and she would love me for all eternity.

We went back to her house and I feared she was going to make me get out of the box and go back to my pile of leaves to stay warm.  I didn’t want to be separated from her…I liked how she spoke very softly to me and rubbed my back and my neck.

To my great surprise, she took me into the house…the house I had tried to stay close to for warmth and food for so long.  At first, she and I went into a room alone.  It had a wonderful bed that was heated…we stayed there and talked for a couple of hours…just the right amount of time for me to relax and realize I was safe.

First time indoors


The first two days, all I did was this:

Slept for days


It’s not easy being outside without shelter.  I was so tired of always being on alert…and I was cold…so very cold. So I slept…for almost 48 hours straight.

The woman constantly came and checked on me and whispered that she loved me.  She also brought me breakfast…and dinner…in bed:

Dinner is served


And so the rest, as they say, is history…I love the woman and she loves me.  I am hers and she is mine.  Yes, I have to tolerate a house filled with ignorant cats, but…it’s all worth it.  And, I get to have a little fun by occasionally scaring the bejeezuz out of these inferior beasts she calls her pets.

At the end of the day I can say I know what love is.  Not everyone can say that.  And, for that, I will be eternally thankful.




  1. Oh Bob… your story is beautiful… it brought me to tears.. but then I have a soft spot in my heart for ginger tuxies… I am so glad you and the woman found each other… I wish for many years of happiness for you both… and look forward to reading that book you are writing… what chapter are you on now??? was is 376? *purrs* and *gentle headbutts*

  2. Bob what a wonderful story! All my cats except 2 have been rescues so I’m well acquainted with love at first sight between Mom’s and cats. Our Little Bitty Tat thinks you are SO handsome and follows your pages eagerly!

  3. Bob……I just love you!! So happy that you and The Woman found each other! Always take care of each other.

  4. I have a cat named Bob also. He is very independant and only comes in when ne wants to. He was 4 when we moved in and now he is 9. He has only accepted me and my room mate as his people. He stays inside when it storms and when it gets cold. We love him with everything we are.

  5. I too had a ginger boy like you that chose to live with me, but I lost him to a horrible disease I could do nothing about. A few years later a lovely tortoiseshell girl chose me too, and we are still best friends and constant companions. She is helping me battle the same sort of disease I lost my ginger boy to.

  6. I have a male tuxedo rescue cat. We rescued him after we moved last fall. He would have been dead by now had we not taken him in and gotten him to a vet. He is the greatest. Just like you, he is grateful to be inside and loved and cared for. Your story brought tears of joy to my eyes and heart. I hope you get that book done one of these days. Purrs and Love to you Bob. <3

  7. Beautiful story, Bob.. The woman loves you very much .. I had a ginger boy his name was Brat he had 22 toes..He was my son’s cat he would pick up different things with his extra toes and run off with them in his mouth..I never had a cat that would steal certain items and run off…lol He was one the best and I miss him.. He was almost 20 years when he went to the Rainbow Bridge.. Sending ear scratches and belly rubs

  8. I’m a newbie at following you, Bob, so I appreciate that you posted your story so I would know how you two hooked up. You have a beautiful coat so I am assuming the woman feeds you well. I have a rescue named Sophie and she has a chocolate brown coat. We live in southern California.

  9. OH BOB !!!! Loved reading your story so much, it brought tears to my eyes. We lost our little girl, Mz Mim in Feb. she was a Calico, and have been wanting to get a rescue fur baby, and I want you to know that when I read your story to my husband, who is a stroke victim & paralyzed, he asked me to go tomorrow to try to find a Fur-ever Baby. So I wanted to thank you, for giving us the encouragement needed to get into action! Can’t wait for your book!! Love from Louisiana

    • Oh wow…now the woman’s eyes are all leaky! That makes me feel so proud! I hope you find a wonderful vile beast to bring home! Please keep me posted, ok? Oh, and by the way…the woman LOVES Louisiana!! It’s one of her favorite states in the whole US!

  10. Bob, I’m a newbie here too, so this was a timely post…”Get To Know Me!” post! We have two indoor kitties, who will be 13 years old soon (Angel and Chuck), and two friendly ferals who we TNR’d, built shelters for and feed/water several times a day. I try to coax them inside, but so far they haven’t done more than some brief run-in/run-outs. I will keep trying; they aren’t happy with being picked up…so far.

  11. Bob, your story is similar to Ellie’s…she lived on the street until she found me and invited herself into my house. She currently has 5 heathen cat brothers, 3 heathen dog brothers and a wanna be princess cat sister…and an old Auntie (my sister) and me, her mom. She feels your pain about the disgusting things in your house.

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