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The One Eyed Cat is King

March 31, 2010

One of my earlier fosters was a cat named Orangena. The Animal Care and Control here in New York (aka “the shelter”), often has trouble naming the multitudes of cats that pour through their doors. Orangena is pretty good, all things considered. Usually the names lack creativity and certainly don’t fit the cat.

Indiana's eye could not be saved, but that didn't stop him from quickly becoming leader of the gang.

But what’s in a name? Orangena was soon to be renamed Indiana Jones, just like a lot of cats when the most recent Indiana Jones movie came out. So he was Indy, Jonesy, and according to my husband, Indy-fucking-ana. Because he is, in a word, a character.

Indy had pretty bad conjunctivitis, and his eye was pretty nearly gone when I pulled him out of the shelter. It wasn’t salvageable, but one thing with cats, they can live perfectly good lives with only one eye.

In fact, Indy is the master of the leap. He can get from one high point to another with amazing grace and agility. And the one-eyed factor does not hinder him from being the preeminent Tough Guy around here.

“Indy, get your goons in line!” my husband will shout when the other cats are running amok.

Indy made himself an indispensable member of the household from the start. A troublemaker with a lovable personality. You know the type.

He’s king of the roost. Occasionally, one of the Tortie Alpha Females will call him on his crap, but usually it’s a draw. Indy will take the smack down with grace, but he’ll get his own back, let me tell you.

He’s mouthy. His roar is mighty – a long loud meow that demands attention. He also does a rolling mrrrrrrrrrrrrowp to let everyone know just what’s on his mind.

He likes to sit up on high places and TALK. “Get down off your soapbox,” I tell him.

Indy enjoys his rightful place in the sun.

Basically, he wants attention. So I give him as much as I can, and he shows me his belly. Yeah, he’s the boss, but he knows who has the food.

He’s a good sport, too, just check out the photo of him participating in an adoption event for Anjellicle Cats Rescue on Halloween. He wore that lion hat all day and seemed to actually enjoy it.

Indiana as Lion King for Halloween

This was when I was still operating under the delusion that he’d be adopted out. He knew better, of course. Some of them just know. Some of them think they know, but then they find themselves even happier in their new adoptive home. So it’s a toss-up when I decide to keep one.

I couldn’t imagine parting from Indiana, and I relished his personality and his big persona – so he stayed.

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2 comments

  1. Love your blog Amy. Great stories and beautiful photos.


  2. […] know how cool his new home will be with so much more attention and love. He is a big follower of the King, Indiana. He is an Indiana minion. But he can’t be that forever, he needs his own family and friends. […]



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