Patches

Syd was the cat of the house when i lived on Howard Street between 1996-1998. my friend JP lived upstairs and we hung out a lot. syd was your classic black mainecoon, very long fur on his back, and silky, like hair.

syd was also fat. i didn't know about measuring food yet. which was bad because mainecoons are notoriously neurotic, which means they tend to over-eat and over-masturbate.

on howard street, syd got so fat that he couldn't lick his back and big huge mats formed. i took him to the groomer and they shaved gigantic patches in two places on his lower back, leaving the spinal area alone. no mats there.

syd was also an aggressive male, known for occasional biting. i went to the SPCA to find syd and as always with adoptees, their past is a mystery.

JP came up with a great nickname for the formidable syd at this time.

Patches.

"Hey, what's up PATCHES!" we'd laugh and laugh. i can still hear JP's voice and high-pitched giggle. poor syd. PATCHES! he knew we were laughing at him. he'd swish his tail abruptly. swish. swish swish. swish. and turn his patchwork back on us.


(now that i think on it more...JP named syd in the first place. after sid vicious. he always thinks of great cat names. one he has now is named Chopper. coolest cat name ever!)