Hobbes

This is Hobbes, as in Thomas Hobbes the English philosopher. I think I've mentioned Hobbes on here before. He walks like a ballet dancer and curls up his tail like a monkey.  Hobbes is our seventh cat. Quite a special number for two people that got married on 7-7-07 and have a blog site called Seven Generations.

We adopted him in 2007 from the Humane Society (I love that place!). Hobbes was found half dead on the side of the road weighing five pounds, severely dehydrated, only has his four fang teeth (also called canine teeth, but he's a cat so it's odd to call them canine, don't you think?) and had a hole in his tongue. He was nursed back to health by the Humane Society and when the Lovey saw him, he was instantly smitten. Such instant love is rare. And it runs deep. Hobbes now weighs 12 pounds and although he will never be in perfect health (he has chronic respiratory issues), it's nice to see him like this.

Hobbes has trust issues for a L-O-N-G time. It wasn't until we moved to our homestead that Hobbes began to really open up (that would be three years for anyone who might be counting). He now sleeps with us at night, lets us pet him, doesn't jump or run when we look at him. And - and this is a biggie - he purrs; an incredible, deep, rumbling purr. It's wonderful to see the transformation and know that we are a big part of him coming out of his shell.

Hobbes loves to stay warm. We will often find him under the covers. Here's his latest spot, under warm, clean clothes.