Bix

We have a cat. We were not supposed to have a cat. There was supposed to be a moratorium on cats.

But back on January 7th, Jill went to the Hardee County Animal Refuge to visit the feral cat colony there again. 

As Glenn puts it, Jill called from the park and said “Remember that cute cat we saw? Well he’s been hurt and I’m taking him to a vet.” At that moment Glenn knew we had a cat. 

Three vet visits and hundreds of dollars later, we still have a cat. He is a striking animal and does have a sweet personality. But not all his habits are so pleasant. At first light (now about 6:00 AM) he wants to hunt. Toes are often a target.

He’s cutest when he’s asleep. 

He’s named after Bix Beiderbecke, a jazz cornetist and composer who drank himself to death during prohibition. Glenn or Jill would often say “Poor Bix” whenever one of his recordings was heard on the radio. “Poor Bix” seemed to fit his personality when he first came to live with us. But not any more. Now he’s just “Bix.”