My poor stormy-cat

Once upon a time, My friend’s cat had kittens. And the only survivor of the litter was half-grey, and half black. He was named “Stormy Clouds” after a song a friend of mine wrote. He was a great kitten. And as he grew up, the grey went, but the name stuck.

Then I went to NYC for a month, leaving him in the care of my roommates. When I came back for him, he wasn’t as sweet, or as trusting as he was before I left. But he still trusted me, so it was OK. He and his father/Uncle Damien moved with us to NYC, and he was happy, but still a little strange, here and there. We came home, he was OK. We moved to a new house, and he was OK. His behavior had shifted, and hew was a little…weird, but nothing we couldn’t handle. (We blamed it on the fact that his father and his mother are siblings)

But when Ray was born, he went a little crazy. He sprayed things. He fought with the other cats. Constantly. He became a problem. And Renee told me it was her or the cat, and that she’d take him to the humane society herself if I didn’t do something. And my sister took him in, with their four cats. And after a time he was happy there, although still prone to fits of his old, less than perfect, behavior.

And now, they have a new house and a young child. And again, he falls back to his old habits, and now I must find him a new home, or he will go to the county shelter. And I fear that if he goes to the shelter, he will not live to see the end of the month. he needs love and tolerance. And someone he can love back, too. Because he will.

if you, or anyone you know, can help out, tell me. Soon.

About Kevin Sonney

Kevin Sonney - who, contrary to popular opinion was NOT raised by wolves - grew up in central North Carolina. He fell into the technology field by accident in 1991, when he gave up the wild and crazy lifestyle of an on-air AM radio DJ to become a mundane technical support monkey. The technology industry has never really recovered from this. Kevin has worked for such names as IBM, Red Hat, webslingerZ, and Lulu Technologies (we won't mention the ones that didn't survive the experience). He currently works as a Linux Administrator for Apptio. In his spare time he rescues stray animals and plays video games with his two sons. His wife, we're sad to say, helps him get past the really hard bits. Kevin is still not very mundane, he just got better at hiding it.
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5 Responses to My poor stormy-cat

  1. detritus says:

    Kevin I really hope you can find a place for stormy. If I wasn’t up to my ass in cats right now I’d help. Actually, I still may be able to help: my boss’ girlfriend is really active with kitty rescue in raleigh. If you can’t find a place to put him, let me know I might be able to get him in. Is he fixed?

    And I swear to god, if “stormy clouds” came from a harlequin jones song, I’m going to shit myself.

  2. alchemist says:

    He’s fixed and declawed. He used to like to sharpen them on everything except the scratching post, and as cruel as some people call it, we had to save the furnature, carpet, walls, etc.

    And yes, you better clean out your shorts. He’s named for the song Tara wrote because it just popped into my head the first time I saw him. *grin*

  3. akiko says:

    As much as I love cats, I’ve already got 2 females (who have all their claws and aren’t afraid to use them).

    I bet they’re really busy right now, with it being puppy/kitten season, but Independent Animal Rescue may be able to help, and they’re no-kill. I got my Claire from them.

  4. alchemist says:

    heh. Actually, he’s holding his own against the other four (who all have claws – and he’s just declawed in the front) so that’s a non-issue.

    Can you send the # of the shelter over? Maybe we can trade cats – as long as Renee lets me….

  5. akiko says:

    They’re online at and this is what I found: By Phone: 919-403-2221 (voice mail, calls are returned daily)

    They have pics of all their animals online, too. Cuteness!

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