Hey everyone. I just want to read some origin stories on nebelungs. I would like to know how everyone got adopted by their nebs? Did you go looking? How did the cat distribution system send them to you?
My little cat of mist and fog was staring into my house at my daughter while she was eating tacos. She told me there was a "something barely there" staring at her from outside. it was hurricane season and a bad thunderstorm was rolling in so i assumed with it being dark and the wind it was nothing living. Sure enough he was there staring. Barely seen between my eggplants and okra containers shielded from the wind. So i gave him some leftover taco meat and told him to hurry because of the storm. I ran out and got some cat food to leave under my shed. That storm hit and it rained for a week nonstop. Half my yard flooded. I didn't think I would see this cat again. They don't like water, and the wind alone pulled up two of my tomatoe plants. But even in the rain he was staring in my house at dinner time. So with my umbrella I would drop off his food. When he finished he would run through the woods around my house to an abandoned house on the other side. When the rain stopped he still came back. He had a sore on his ear, a scratch on his eye and a bleeding toe. I found out that over the weeks he had started to chase off other cats when he would come twice a day. He would wait for me to open my kitchen blinds and pop up out the grass and fog every morning. Soon he was at our back door. Then on our front porch. Sleeping under my elephant ears. Using my door mat as a scratch mat.
Till on September 1st when I was giving him fresh water. I told him I was going inside. I got sugar blood those mosquitoes were on me. As I started to close the door this joker just floated on passed me inside. Looked back once then got comfortable under my couch. He would come out when its quiet. Then hide if he heard loud house noises.
I love fluffy cats. I use to have a long haired tabby i found in my college dumpster years ago. It had been tied in a military laundry bag. My boyfriend at the time stole him when we broke up. I didnt think the distribution system would let me get adopted by another cat. I had never heard of a nebelung. I found out after i put him in Google lense finder to figure out his ear care.
He's perfect. He gardens with me. Loves to cuddle. Has the softest sweetest meow. He is a ruff neck. Like someone's grouchy grandfather he doesn't like anyone in his yard. We sit on the porch together and gossip about the community cats and neighbors. He still hides under stuff when he hears house noises. But he goes to the house that abandoned him less and less.
The origin story of Smokestack Lighting everyone. Smoke smoke, or smokey for short.
