Pretty Boy Marble
Marble was originally an outdoor cat–actually a kitten–who lived in a cardboard box with his mom on my mother-in-law’s (referred to as MiL through the rest of this post) back deck. His mother and he were all over that backyard catching mice they used as gifts to show appreciation to MiL for the food she gave, climbing trees, and chasing possums.
MiL liked having the cats around but didn’t want them reproducing, which cats have a strong tendency to do periodically. To solve this problem, she called the Paws organization, to come out to catch the cats and take them in to be ‘fixed’ or ‘neutered’. Marble’s mom didn’t make it back home. She had leukemia, so was put to sleep. This left Marble all alone. Husband and I took him so he’d be cared for within a home. MiL didn’t want cats inside back in 2008 when this all happened. She’s changed her mind since then, and now had two cats keeping her company 24/7.
It was husband who named this cat, saying he looked like a marble cake. Additionally, Marble picked husband to be his favorite human. Where ever husband is in the house, including the bathroom, Marble is there too.
When we first brought him home, he kept on scratching and climbing the door frames. Bad cat! But after living in MiL’s backyard where there were all those trees to climb and claw on, what could we expect from this little guy? As to be expected, we now need new door frames, which we will get whenever we can spare the expense for it.
To alleviate this beastly matter, husband created a towel with shelves at various heights going all the way up almost to the ceiling. We bought large carpet remnant to glue onto it. In order to keep it from toppling over, husband attached it to one of the walls in the back bedroom. I was surprised at Marble’s reaction to his gym tower. As soon as it was secure, he was running up the side of it, bypassing the shelves. He sat on the top shelf and puffed out his chest. Our two other indoor cats use the tower too but always use the shelves to reach the top.
Being the one male feline inside, he has taken it upon himself to be the alarm system for anything out of the ordinary. If any of the three indoor cats, including himself, have a hairball, he’ll spout off to me to come clean it up. He has a perch at the sliding door going out to the deck where he keeps a watchful eye on the outdoor cats. If a cat from beyond our realm comes moseying in, he’ll come get husband or me to either approve the visitor or shoo the intruder away.
Marble is the easiest of the indoor cats to take care of. He’s the only one with short hair. We still brush him on occasion so he doesn’t get jealous of the attention we give the other two.
“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.” ― Jean Cocteau