Meet Chumley

“Pounding the world like a battering ram;
Forging the furnace for the final grand slam;
Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done;
Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none.”

From Rapid Fire from Judas Priest—British Steel, 1980

Meet Chumley.

Chumley was, at one point, a twenty-six pound male cat whose owner had died. Chumley was depressed further because his partner cat had to be put to sleep due to disease. Chumley’s hairmats were so thick, he needed to be shaved, which added to his depression.

Chumley was allegedly to be fostered by me since he was “depressed” and “not eating” (should a 26 pound cat be eating that much anyway?), but we all know how that goes. He found a place in the house and my heart.

Chumley has slimmed to 22 pounds and is in great health.

His name came from the Tennessee Tuxedo cartoon, as he is named after the Walrus that is lacking some basic intellectual skills. “Duh..Ok Tennessee.” His original name was Shiloh.

He is a great friend, grunting and growling a bit whenever he is picked up or moved. But like a dog of sorts, his snarl is much worse than his bite. He also likes to “swat” at legs when people pass.

Milt and I added some finer points to decorating the “PUB” Dining room, and Chumley wandered around most of the day. Milt fell in love with him, as Chumley seemed at home helping us with the drilling and measuring and the like. He also attacked any and all discarded objects or garbage.

Chumley is certainly a warm cat and loves to be fed and petted. When he sleeps against me, the sweat flows. When fed, his purr motors on and on, as if it were droning. He makes a snorting noise when he is petted , and he loves to be scratched at the base of his tail.

He also tends to stick his nose into wherever I go; as his head was clocked by a cabinet door, which knocked him back a bit; and then he purred.

He is such a Chumley.