Biography of Roo the Cat

Roo the cat, came here to live on a cold, rain drenched night when he was just a kitten. I had seen him, a black and taupe tabby, over in the north barn where he and his siblings had been born. He had to swim a rain-swollen creek and travel a half-mile through thick woods to get here. Then he parked himself outside the back door, waiting patiently, wet and shivering, until I fetched him inside. It was as if he had always known about this house. From that moment I was his cat-god, my dog Clem was his best friend, and this was his warm, dry, home for life. A month later he suffered a severe stroke. It has been over a year now and he's as well as he is ever going to get. He has to find his food bowl by trial and error, and he can't hear thunder. He often falls down...the sight of a cat falling down is almost too much to bear. His rear-end doesn't always go where his front-end does and he can't jump. In spite of all that he is a very good cat and tries hard to understand and obey the house rules. It can be aggravating at times to live with a cat like Roo, but I guess its aggravating all of the time to be a cat like Roo.