I have seen this rough looking old tomcat around our neighborhood on several occasions. He appears to be old enough to have fought in the civil war.
Pictured above: Miserable cat circa 1863
He only has one ear, one eye is half closed, he limps and he has patches of fur missing. Kinda like this cat, but orange and with fewer ears and less fluff more mattedness.
He had no name until the other day, MM saw him just sitting out in the rain "looking miserable". Since then he has been dubbed, "Miserable Cat".
Miserable Cat brings me so much joy. Watching him limp around being miserable. He often fights with the other cats in the neighborhood and meows loudly at them, much to my amusement.
Most of the cats in the neighborhood take off running when they see our dog, Bolt. That running away crap is for lesser cats. MC isn't having none of that. He stands his ground even when cornered by Bolt. Bolt, sensing MC's wisdom and experience, won't come within about 2 feet of MC but would gladly eat the other cats in the neighborhood.
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