~Clyde~

~Clyde~

Long story on Clyde. When I was growing up, Whit had a dog called Charlie. Well my mom found three kittens, she had to literally wipe there bumb. (I know TMI) She feed them with an eye dropper. Well Whit wouldn't let cats in the house. So my mom and I went to town. We put the kittens in the back yard and built it up so that they couldn't get out. Well when we came home two had gotten out and Charlie had killed them. The only dumb one enough not to get out later became known as Clyde. He was gray also. Well my Mom lost it and went after Charlie with a rifle. She went into the barn and shot a hole in the roof of the barn because Charlie was hiding... (mmmm wouldn't you though :) ) My Mom did have a moment of sanity when she had Charlie in her sites and the propane tank came into view. Whew... Well because Charlie killed my Mom's kittens... Clyde became a indoor cat. Clyde would bug Whit. Clyde was known to pee in Whit's shoes and on his side of the bed. (Definitely Too Much Information (TMI)) So I have a Clyde too.