
Coolio is a wonderful cat who also belongs to my sister and her husband. He came from the town that I live in which is over 200 miles away from her home. My sister's son, the Armadillo I call him, spent major parts of many summers with me, and one summer under the influence of some friends, he decided that he needed an iguana as a pet.
I prevailed upon him to reconsider, but only actually succeeded by taking him to the Humane Society here and letting a cat pick him out. Coolio did this by climbing on a chair in the office when all the cats were out for a cage cleaning and constantly nibbling on the Armadillo's ear from behind. Finally the Armadillo noticed him and decided to take him home.
Coolio knew he was lucky. When we met my sister halfway to drop off the Armadillo, I waved good-bye to her as she sat in the front seat of her car smiling down at Coolio whom she was holding baby-style. I don't think Coolio has ever looked back. He still loves his Nana (as I am known to him) and enjoys seeing me whenever I visit or come to stay to take care of him now that the Turtle is in D.C. and the Armadillo is at University.
He is a proud kitty, tender-hearted and affectionate; he still has that little habit of nibbling on your ears or even sometimes giving you a little love bite on the chin if you are not paying sufficient attention to him.
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