Obviously, I'm a cat lover. One of "those" people. Sorry, can't help it. This is Leo. I adopted him from the Humane Society when he was about 5 years old around 1998-1999, so he's an old man kitty.
He's my big baby. He only likes women, afraid of men, all of them. He stays inside with an occasional outside visit when he can talk his mommy (me) into sitting with him. He's kinda a scaredy cat.
He never comes out of hiding when my husband is home, unless I'm there. He waits patiently for my hubby to go to sleep and then will come out, start at one end of the house and run to wherever hubby is sleeping at, pounce on his head and dart back off into hiding!
Because of this odd behavior we like to jokingly say that he is our "crack kitty." He is the drug dealer of our animal kingdom neighborhood. Totally gangsta. He snuck out on me one night and I found him trotting down the road, tail down, eyes alert on a mission and trying not to be noticed by other rivaling drug kitties.
Not sure where he gets his crack from, but about once a week he alerts me that he need to go on his drug run and distribute by standing patiently by the door and sometimes stretching up and out his legs toward the door handle.
He's got a stash somewhere, I haven't found it yet. I can tell by the other kitties reaction to him he is well respected throughout the drug community.
But at the end of the day after all his extracurricular activities, he retires to his pillow and sleeps peacefully above my head all night.
Hope you enjoy the photos!
