Viggy

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Smeagol had two litters of kittens in her young adult life. Right when Dennis got divorced and moved out, Smeagol had 2 back to back litters of kittens. I always named her litters after artists. She was actually a teen cat mom for the first litter - I think she may have been 3. For the first litter, most of the kittens were given away except for 2. Rodin and VanGogh. Rodin eventually went to my Friend Amanda and became "Rodie"and VanGogh got nicknamed Viggy for short. Viggy became Dennis' little buddy. She was so cute - she fit in the palm of Dennis' hand. She would sit on his shoulder while he worked. Eventually, when she grew up, she came to live with me, Buckwheat and Smeagol at 3rd Avenue. Viggy was all tomcat, even though she was a girl. If she had been human, she would have been like Idgie Threadgoode, from Fried Green Tomatoes - the local tomboy who swears, smokes, drinks, gambles and never goes to church. As many of you know, Crack Lady lived across the street from me on 3rd Ave. And Crack Lady always had foot traffic - druggies coming to her door for the day's high. Viggy liked to hang out over at Crack Lady's on the palatial porch. One Saturday evening, I was over at Dennis' apartment and ended up staying the night. Driving home Sunday morning, I was picking up my voicemail and I had a message from the Decatur Police that they "had my cat" and to call them back. Well Viggy was an indoor outdoor cat, so I knew it was her. I pondered - what did she do to get taken to the police station? So, I called them back and said - What did she do? Apparently while the cops were at Crack Lady's house for a disturbance call, they left thier windows down in the patrol car, and Viggy took a ride down to the station after the call was over. When they realized, they took her in for questioning - and got my number off her tag. I never called them back. But apparently she got so feisty, they drove her back over to Crack Lady's yard and set her loose, and figured she'd find her way home somehow. I literally laughed all the way home. Viggy was waiting on the stoop when I got there. I swear if she could talk she would have said "you'll never believe what happened to ME last night..." She was a rough and tumble girl, but she was soft an gooey on the inside compared to her crusty exterior. She fought more than one fight herself and won fair and square. Unfortunately, it was a pack of wild dogs (yes in the heart of Fulton County, Atlanta) that got her one night. It was not a fair fight. She was outnumbered. She almost died in my arms but by the time we got her to the vet, but there was nothing they could do. Somehow I know she's up in heaven kicking butt and taking names. RIP my little badass kindred spirit! 
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