HOW MR. VERM GOT HIS NAME

As many of you know, I lost my kitty, Mr. Verm, about a year ago.  Anyone who knows me has heard tons of Mr. Verm stories because he was a very bad kitty. =) I miss him so much. He was my special boy and thinking about him inspired me to start this category of crazy cat stories on my blog. So, let’s start at the beginning….

My mother’s supposed male neutered cat turned into a very pregnant female. All the kittens in the litter found homes except for Mr. Verm. You see, he was the runt of the litter, born with no tail, and well, just plain ugly. His brothers and sisters were big and white and fluffy. Verm was black, short haired, and sickly.

My daughter, Leigh, fell in love with him and begged me to adopt him. Hubby said,  “I better not come home to find that no tailed, big eared, defective critter in my house. Well, guess what, that’s exactly what happened. Leigh promptly named him Chocolate and we brought him home. It was not long before “Chocolate” revealed his true nature.

I was fixing dinner, chicken and rice. I removed the chicken breasts from the package and dumped the container in the trash can. As I was cooking, I heard a weird noise, turned around, and saw the garbage can shake. It startled me. I wondered if I was imagining things, but then it happened again. I walked over, afraid of what I would find. I lifted the swinging lid and there he was looking up at me, covered in chicken juice and licking his lips. Needless to say, I was not pleased.

I dragged him out, put him in the sink, and scrubbed him down. He struggled at first, but then seemed to accept his fate. It would not be the last time I had to bathe him…I tried to figure out how in the heck a tiny kitten managed to get up on the counter and dive into the garbage can.  I still don’t know, but he had skills.

When my husband came home, I pointed at the small, pitiful looking creature sitting on his behind on the floor like a bear cub and said, “That’s Vermin.” And so he became Mr. Verm.

Unfortunately, he became ill from the raw chicken juice, vomited and had diarrhea all over my house. I thought he might die, so took him to the vet where they prescribed antibiotics. Easiest animal to get medicine down ever. He survived and this is only the first of many Verm adventures.