I present, Lord Tonka of Bratwurst... (yes, another kitten thread) [View All]

[Rosco T.]

I posted a silly picture of his highness a few weeks back, I finally got him to sit still (and one snuck up on) for some decent pictures. We found him just before we moved, and he was a mess, skinny as a fence rail and with a MOUTH (and still carrying his equipment) that you could hear from one end of the house to the other.. that distinctive Siamese mouth to be specific. We caught him (harrumph.. 'caught', read as 'opened door and he sauntered in and made himself at home) and calmed him down some, it was obvious he had been out on his own a while, ratty fur, bunca burrs and such, but not too long because he was a love bug and didn't mind people at all, some other cat resentment, but no knock-down drag outs. I estimate his age at 1-3 years. Well, we took him to the vet for a good going over, re-equip him with a water pistol and board while we moved (that was a story in itself that we did in in less than 72 hours TOTALLY) the other furr stayed with a friend.

He was so skinny that I wasn't even sure what he was. He markings seemed to be Tonkinese.. so he was dubbed Tonka. LITTLE DID I KNOW that after he came home from the vet, now that his agressive gland was gone, that he would spend the next three weeks EATING. I swear, I've seen Black Angus graze on a more restrained schedule! As he 'blossomed' the distinctive shape of the British Shorthair came out, the round head, the broad beam to the rear, the huge paws...

Why in the name of ghod would someone toss out (as the people at the vet's office called him) this "handsome boy" into the wilds to fight and most likely die at the teeth of some hound.. I'm so glad he wandered up to our door finally (three more days and we would have been gone). Now that he's been 'adjusted', he's a joy, a teddy-bear, gets along with all the other furr and steals my place in bed every night till I shove him over. His only quirk - he dosn't purr. He TRIES to, but all that comes out is a 'hfff.. hfff.. hfff'. Makes me wonder if the's had some injury to the throat, I'll take him back to the vet next month to have that checked out...

With no further ado... Lord Tonka of Bratwurst...

In an attentive mood... waiting for dinner..



Shhhh... be wery, wery quiet.. He's dreaming of food....



He's dazed, he's confused.. he's stuffed and just finished a meal...



But WHY BRATWURST I hear you cry? Well, let's zoom back a bit on that last shot



Look at that color, look at those markings, look at that PUDGE! If that's not an overstuffed Bratwurst I don't know what is.