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This is the page for the one, the only, the theatrical
feline himself, Gus
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| How do you find a Gus? |
Being the good person that she is, Quinn insisted
that they help the kitty. He might die out on his own. So Burgin and Quinn took the cat into the theatre
and gave him something to drink in the lounge of the women's bathroom, as it is one of the warmest places in the building.
After the game, they took him home to find him a good place to live.
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| A true theatre feline, he's ready for anything. |
Burgin told me about Gus and asked if I could take
him in, since we no longer had a cat. I talked to Mom about it, and she said no. We were not having another cat.
Not being easilly dissuaded, I developed a plan with Burgin to wear Mom down.
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| One of the best birthday presents ever. |
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How does one get a cat like Gus? Well, all
I can do is tell you how I did it. The story begins at a Shelby High School football game. One of my theatre teachers,
Kathie Burgin, was headed to the game when her daughter, Quinn, saw a little kitty outside the gate.
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| How much spunk and attitude can one handsome cat have? This picture shows you. |
Somewhere along the line they named him Gus, after
Asparagus from the musical Cats. Thus, the theatre cat got his name. My family had just had to put our
previous cat, Samantha, to sleep. We were going through pet withdrawl - well, I was, at least.
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| How could I not want a cat this cute? |
The two of us worked on talking her into
it for a couple of weeks and didn't seem to be getting anywhere. Then, Mom made the mistake of asking me what I wanted
for my upcoming birthday. Without missing a beat, I said, "Gus." Shortly after, she gave in, and we went to pick
up the handsome feline you see on this page.
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Recently Gus has developed a new habit. He likes to find a window in the house where he can easily do what most cats prolly
dream of - tease the dog next door. His name should have been Garfield or Heathcliff, really. This wouldn't be half as interesting
if the dog weren't the monster you see here. His name is, appropriately enough, Bubba.
*Update: Unfortunately, Bubba was put to sleep a little bit ago. He got out and got too rough in playing with a neighbors
dog, so I was told.
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| Yes, he is big. Yes, he is slobbery. And yes, he is leaning on a four foot chain fence. |
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