Foreman was one of the first feral cats we saw on Dry Creek Hill. He was a tough guy who looked like he’d been stalking these woods for a while and it took him a long time to allow us to approach. Underneath that gruff exterior he was really a sweet old guy.
Foreman’s name was doubly determined. He behaved as foreman of the feral cat colony, at least when Ernie decided to take a break. But the real inspiration behind his name was George Foreman. When we named the identical black cats in Mama’s first litter George in honor of a long-standing family tradition that started long before George Foreman began his boxing career, we could not help but be reminded of George Foreman’s child-naming strategy. As the first to arrive on Dry Creek Hill, Foreman had to be Foreman.
When Foreman wasn’t busy defending his status in the colony, he hung out with a few good buddies. He allowed Sarge, named for his position in the hierarchy and his stripes, to share nap space and food. (Sarge’s stripes were on his chest and front legs, not visible in the photo. Cats don’t always cooperate when posing for portraits.)
But Foreman’s best buddy was Bobby, one of Chi-Chi’s littermates. They became inseparable as they grew old together and Foreman became less focused on the battle for alpha cat. Bobby was a shy, friendly guy from birth and they got along famously as they explored the woods and the clearing together.
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