Julius- a brief biography

This picture was taken a month ago. Julius likes to take naps with me ... on me. I found Julius at Heartland Humane Society when I was looking for a friend for Samantha. *See footnote. I fell in love with his huge, floppy, purriness and put a hold on him, so I could take him home as soon as he was neutered. He got a bad case of the feline upper respiratory infection (the cat version of a cold) and couldn't be adopted for over a month. When he finally came home to live with me, he was very thin but his massive amounts of fluff hid it. He was startlingly light when you picked him up. He made friends quickly with Sam and they spent a lot of time cleaning each other. Julius went from being a skinny cat to a very fat one. He also started whining for food even if he already had some. You never met such a whiny cat. Even when he's just chatting it sounds like he's whining. When I realized his fat rolls were making him waddle, I forced him to go on a diet. He hates it, but he is no longer a fat cat. He's not a skinny can either. I think he's pretty happy that way in spite of what he says about it.

Julius had a brief stint of freedom last summer when I let him roam the neighborhood during daylight if he chose. Unfortunately he seems to be under the impression that he still has balls. The people at the humane society assured me that he does not.

They also told me, "you're cat had huge cojones! You should have seen them when we took them out. We wanted to put them in a jar for display." I was not at all sorry to I have missed seeing the giant cat amputated cat testicles, but I had a strange image of showing a guest your house. "This is the kitchen that's my china collection. Those are my cat-balls. Aren't they ENORMOUS." Well apparently Julius still thinks he has them. So he set up to fighting with the neighborhood toms and was doing an excellent job of kicking ass and taking names until I revoked his outdoor privileges.

 Foot Note
*Samantha also called Sam is no longer my kitty. She likes to eat paper, books, homework and notes. I finally realized that it was just a matter of time before I would find myself in a professor's office holding a pile of cat poop and begging for an extension because "my cat ate my homework." So, I took her back to the humane society where I she was eventually matched up with a new family. I hope it is a home where paper is just paper and not invaluable vessels for days of work. It wasn't as hard to give her up as it might have been. She didn't really seem happy living with me. I think she needed more excitement.