Have you met Rhyme?
Gorgeous, stripey, lovebug Rhyme?
Rhyme with a ‘tude.
Rhyme is an incredibly sweet, good-natured boy. When Fred sits in the living room in the evening, Rhyme snuggles up next to him and just purrs. He’s friendly – no shrinking violet, our Rhyme. A friend stopped by one evening last week, and Rhyme caaaaasually strolled through the dining room, taking a look at the newcomer. He got closer to the stranger each time he passed through the room until he finally walked over and flopped onto his back, presenting his belly in case this man he’d never seen before might be overcome with the need to rub some kitty belly. He’s a giver, that Rhyme.
He’s a people lover and he’s a cat lover. He gets along with all the cats in our house (though he’s less interested in the kittens than he is in our adult cats), and can usually be found curled up next to another cat. Even Spanky, who has no use for other cats, puts up with him.
At bedtime, Rhyme climbs into bed between us and rolls around on his back. When I lay in bed and read, he drapes himself over my leg and purrs. When I turn the light off and turn onto my side, he stretches along the length of my leg and purrs me to sleep.
He’s a lovah – but he’s a playah, too. There’s nothing he loves as much as a good game of chase.
(He doesn’t even necessarily have to be the chaser – he’s just as happy to be the chasee!)
Sweet, friendly, gorgeous, with a touch of sass. How can you possibly resist?
Rhyme, as you know, needs a forever home. He’s fine here for now, but he really needs to be in a home where he’s not just one in a crowd of 16 (or 18, I guess, if you count Starsky and Hutch). If you or someone you know needs an awesome cat like Rhyme (who is almost 9 months old), please contact Challenger’s House, say “I want that kitteh!” and get started on the adoption process! What with Thanksgiving coming, Rhyme is watching lots of cooking shows. I hear he makes the finest cranberry sauce this side of the Mississippi. True story! (Okay, false story. Lack of opposable thumbs makes wielding that whisk just a little too difficult. But he’s working on it!)
Previously
2009: No entry.
2008: Poet! Knowit!
2007: Newt was a total teeny baby this time last year – he was clearly NOT fully grown at that point, as this picture can attest.
2006: Maddy’s new Mommy and Daddy came a-visitin’ yesterday.
2005: Huh. I was wondering why Tom Cullen was snooping around in the stamp drawer
2004: The spud and I stood patiently by while the man chattered at the school employees for several minutes and then my head exploded, scattering brain matter everywhere.
2003: “Jessica Lynch!” I said. “Isn’t she the only POW we’ve ever had in all of history?”
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
1999: She went in and treated the whole office to a very loud gagging sound (she gets that from her mother), and came out a few minutes later a little less green.