The amazing life of my cat Nacho...1993 to 2011

Now, I must first state that all the stories about my cat are true...just some are more "truer" than others...

My friend of 18 years passed away in my arms, at 5:22 P.M. on Tuesday the 4th day of October, 2011.  It was a sad day in my life, but I am not here to talk so much about his death, as I am about his amazing life.  So, I shall begin at none other than the beginning...

Nacho came to us when he was but a tiny kitten sometime in the spring of 1993.  The odd thing about that is, who brought him.  Sammy, our older and somewhat cranky tom cat.  Now you must understand, Sammy hated other cats and dogs, hell he hated most people too, haha.  Even though he had a few years on him, he was still a bad-ass and other animals around the neighborhood knew it.   He was a one or two person cat at best.  I was one of the gifted few he liked, and it showed by how he would let me hold him and pet him far longer than anyone else!  Know imagine my surprise when it's feeding time and I call for Sammy, and along comes the kitty in all his greatness...and low and behold, and tiny little ball of fur comes waddle alongside him!  What's this I say, did he bring his own snack?  A desert perhaps?  Maybe he didn't notice, and just overlooked this insignificant tiny little creature of orange and white fur.  To even further my surprise, was that he brought him not only up to his feeding dish, but allowed him to eat first!  This was one, of many times, Nacho was able to win over even the most stubborn  of hearts.  Nacho +1 World 0.

Next up was my father, he wanted nothing to do with yet another animal to feed when he had so many other mouths to worry about.  There were 7 of us kids, plus mom and dad.  Oh, and lets not forget the cat and a dog as well.  Now my father forbade us to fed him, but being the child I was often didn't quiet listen, as well as, I should haha.  My younger sisters were yelled at countless times as well, "stop feeding that cat!".  Now I am not quiet sure what finally did it for my dad...was it Nacho's cute fuzzy little face, or the fact that every other cat wanted him dead.  Not sure how many times we had to "save" Nacho from some evil tom cat hell bent on his destruction.  But, in the end...Nacho won even his heart over.  Nacho +2 World 0.

I almost forgot to mention why he is named "Nacho" to begin with.  He was mostly white, but with what looked like nacho cheese sauce spilled over the top of him, thus the name "Nacho" was given.  Though later in life some called him, "Master Cho" or "Cho" for short...alas, I am getting ahead of myself.  So, now that he was offically part of the Winkfield household, we needed to make sure he was well cared for.  First priority was to keep him safe, with all the other cats around trying to kill him we decided to make him an indoor kitty (a whole other battle ensued with father on that one).  Nacho +3 World 0.

Nacho didn't remain so tiny for long, in fact he grew and grew and then grew some more.  Not before too long he became a rather large kitty, in fact, one of the largest I have seen.  Might I also add, that he never seemed to forget all the bullies in the neighborhood.  Nacho was pushing close to twenty pounds and most of the was muscle mass.  Kinda like an Arnold Schwarzenegger of cats...and he was ready for some major pay backs.  He became somewhat obsessed about getting outside.  Anytime he had a chance to do so he would, and to disastrous results, (for the receiving end).  He kinda had a Jeckel and Hyde personality at that time...inside the house, he never met a lap he didn't know.  You would have never met a more friendly cat.  People would comment on this regularly.  Outside, well...outside was an entirely different story.  He was out for blood.  It's like he went Bruce Lee on anything he could get his hands...errrr, paws on.  It got to the point that we would have to throw a towel over him (to protect ourselves) and scoop him up, and bring him in.  Then he was as calm as could be, waiting for the next lap to make itself available.  I remember one time, he was sitting in the 2nd story window looking out like he often did, when he spotted a small cat my sister had taken in.  His inner Jeckel came out and he launched himself through the window screen from 2 stories up mind you and hit the ground in a flat out run!  Without pausing he threw himself on this poor unsuspecting kitty.  It rolled on it's back as Nacho landed on it...literally scaring the ummmmm...crap out of it.  The next thing I hear is my sister screaming, "it's on my shirt!"  As she runs toward the house I also hear, "Ahhhhhh...it's on me mouth too!"  Referring to the cat poo!  I laughed so hard it hurt.

Well, this will have to conclude my first install of my cat dairies.  I will try to blog a little each week about Nacho.  Some tid bits about up and coming stories include:  Nam, Jail, and yes even Vulcans!  Stay tuned!