Limpy Larry hobbled out of the woods and into our clearing a few months after we last saw Larry. At first we thought Larry had returned from a long ramble, a little worse for wear. After some observation we realized that this limping guy was darker than Larry. But the reaction of Harley and the rest of the Davidsons clinched our decision that this was not prodigal Larry returning home. The members of the Davidson clan were not hostile to this new cat, but neither did they welcome him back into the fold. The Davidsons stuck together, and if Harley and her family didn’t welcome this guy back with tails raised high he wasn’t the Larry we’d known. This new cat was a Larry unto himself, and a Limpy Larry at that.
As you might guess, Limpy Larry got his name from the bad limp he exhibited when he first arrived. Time, reliable food, and a solitary but safe life on the periphery of the colony restored him to health and took most of the hitch out of his get-along, but he was always less agile than a cat should be. He knew he wasn’t fast on his feet so he was typically on alert for danger.
In contrast to The Ice Cream cats (who stayed for just a short time) and Spotty (who came and went), after Limpy Larrry arrived he stayed. We expect he realized he’d found a safe haven after the rough and tumble of life on the outside. A cushy yard filled with friends was wonderful, even if those friends were at a distance. At least they weren’t chasing him around the Texas hill country.
Eventually Limpy Larry became comfortable enough to relax. When his eponymous limp had mostly faded into memory we caught him celebrating with a little roll and a wave of all four feet.
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