Along with the Paw Syndicate, we also have Kiki, Buddy and Frankie, our indoor cats. Kiki is our original girl, who will turn 16 this year. She’s not in the best health, so we’re keeping her away from the boys and giving her separate love and attention. Off to the boys; one day a cat came up the stairs and I heard intense meowing. I opened the door and this fluffy orange and white cat was chased after Robin. A few minutes later I was going out to my car and I saw the cat across the street. I looked at it and said; “Don’t you be chasing my cats!” To my surprise the cat looked at me, crossed the street and started rolling around. Well, I melted of course, bent down and started petting it. Before I knew it, I grabbed the cat in my arms and took it to the downstairs room.
Buddy, the sweetheart
March 19th 2024 is when I took Buddy in the house and by March 26th we were taking him to the vet to get neutered. While driving to the vet we realized we still did not have a name for him. PawDad kept saying “It will be alright buddy” and that’s how Buddy came to be.
Since we lost our sweet Koko in November of 2023, we were not ready for a new cat. I was hoping my Mom would take him since she lost her cat a month earlier. She refused to take him in and said her heart is broken and couldn’t take another cat. She lost two cats in 16 years and I could understand how hard it was for her. Another couple wanted the cat but that fell through. Their landlord told them no cats, but they could get a dog. We even introduced Buddy to a family whose kids really wanted a cat. Their parents were not ready for it but were open to getting a kitten. They now have that kitten.
I sat down one day and called a few different cat rescues and emailed them. The response I got was that they were full and could only put him on a waiting list. Before I knew it, we were too in love with Buddy to part with him. He was so playful and a true lovebug! If he belonged to anyone, it’s their loss for not having him neutered, kept inside, and microchipped. Buddy loves to groom us and sit in our laps. He could easily fall asleep in our laps and not move until our legs get numb. It’s so hard to wake him and move him, but I need my legs functioning too.
Frankie, the Wild Child
One day in November, an orange cat came to Buddy’s window and meowed. At first I thought it was Robin but quickly realized it wasn’t. I opened the door a little and the cat wanted to come in. I was hesitant what Buddy would do, but to my shock he did not hiss or try to fight with him. Instead, as Frankie came inside, Buddy just sniffed his tushy and followed him around. Frankie, saw his mission, the food bowl. Ate all of Buddy’s leftovers and then proceeded to go back to the door. I did not want to let him go but since he was meowing, I had a feeling he belonged to someone.
Over the next two months, Frankie would come around sporadically, come inside, eat food, destroy the catnip banana and meow until I let him out. One night in January he came with a wounded paw. While it wasn’t too bad, he was still limping a bit and wouldn’t let us help him. So, I did not let him outside. He meowed his little lungs off that night, trying to get outside. In the morning the carpet by the door was shredded to pieces but I didn’t care. All I cared about was taking this cat to the vet.
I called our local vet who lives ten minutes away and he said to bring him over. I put him in the carrier and off we went. Unlike Buddy who was quiet the entire ride to the vet, Frankie was singing away. The ten minutes felt like a lifetime. After getting his paw cleaned and getting antibiotics, I made an appointment for another vet to get him neutered. TARA was not able to do it for another couple of months and I wanted this cat neutered so he doesn’t spray or get aggressive. After getting him neutered I asked for them to microchip him, only to be told that he was already microchipped! Now what?
The vet called the number associated with the chip only to be told that yes, it’s them but they gave the cat to someone else. They gave another number with a fake name and when the person answered, let’s just say they were not happy that Frankie was neutered. They live in New Jersey and said they would come get him. Well, they did not and we got to keep this wild, fun, orange ball of fur.
Buddy and Frankie Daily Adventures
After a few weeks with his new brofur, Frankie stopped meowing to go outside. When I feed the paw syndicate downstairs, he doesn’t try to sneak out or run away. Instead, he walks away from the door and minds his business. He has learned to love the indoor, luxurious life. He destroyed two catnip bananas before getting neutered but once he was fixed, he stopped that aggression.
Buddy and Frankie get to sleep, eat and play together daily. They watch TV, play undercover mouse, chase each other around their apartment, watch the birds, and wait for Hunter (the dog) to come by. You can watch their live feed on YouTube as well.
