Because I've been told that Rwandans tend to kill cats they encounter out and about unless they have a collar and thus seem to belong to someone, I bought Tchoup a safety collar on the last trip to the US.
However, I've not proved agile enough to get it on him. I did manage to get it attached, but it was too loose and he got is mouth under it. Thank goodness with enough force it will unsnap because he really turned into a quick, angry ball of sharp when he was fighting with the collar. As a result, he's not let his guard down around me again.
It's even got a bell. And it's argyle. I'll get it on him one day... Maybe if he's sedated again for some reason.
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Tchoupitoulas
About Tchoupitoulas
Named for a street in New Orleans, which in turn was named for an American Indian tribe but sounds so Greek people often declare it was named for a Greek merchant, Tchoupitoulas is a Rwandan cat living with Americans in Kigali, the capital of Rwanda. His adventures mostly orbit around killing small things of little or no harm, destroying things that Athena and Josh care for, and trying to eat Josh. He also likes to knock things that are up high down to the ground and eat fishes. Occasionally, a massive black cat who lives nearby comes into the compound and hands Tchoup his ass.
Athena and Josh don't understand why the Rwandans, on average, don't care for cats.
Athena and Josh don't understand why the Rwandans, on average, don't care for cats.
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