we call her rumble fish

what can one say about rumble? rumble is my girl. i named her rumble because as a wee kitten she had a monster purr and she used it a lot.

when i got her from the pound in seattle in 1999 she had the sniffles. then her right eye started looking really funky. eventually it appeared sunken, as if all the fluid had drained from it. it was gross. then it filled up again all on its own and to this day it seems relatively fine. there's still frequent drainage and i don't know if she can see from it; there's a scar on her cornea.

then she started putting on the weight. it must have been all those bacon cheeseburgers i was feeding her; who knew? kara and i can hear her stomping through the house; so her name has become fitting for another reason.

she does still purr. she's a terrifically sweet cat. very kind, very unassuming.

she has some kind of oral complex; i guess a lot of cats do. when i pet her she likes to be eating something. when she's eating she likes to be petted. she's hungry a lot.

she's so fat, though, she has trouble cleaning herself, so she's kind of a dirty cat. i brush her fairly often; she sometimes likes being brushed and sometimes she's not in the mood.

but she's a damn fine cat. she bothers no one. she looks to me for her lovin'. she's my rumble fish.