Ganon…my goodness, where to start!? So, my husband and I were at the shelter trying to ease both his and Links grieving over Bandit. Zelda was perfect. She was a loving, short-haired, black cat who was ready to come home with us and be happy. That just wasn’t good enough for my husband. He had to find the fattest, derpiest, most troubled cat in the entire shelter, and take that home with him…and that’s where Ganon came in.
There were a lot of red flags, right from the start, all of which I tried to politely explain to my husband in front of the shelter workers (without being downright rude), but he did not want to hear any of it. To begin with, the cat was alone…no kennel mates. Shelter employees claimed that he was good with other animals, but the fact that he was alone was evidence to the contrary. another issue was poop. His entire backside was covered in it. My husband wanted to believe that it was a one-time thing, but I knew better. Once, he’d have gotten a bath. Even twice, he’d have been cleaned up. After multiple times, the staff would stop caring or cleaning. The staff shaved his butt and sent him home with us *sigh*.
Sure enough, the first thing he did when he got home was try to bite Link…good with other animals…pft. (That was after the recommended introduction quarantine.) As expected, within a couple of weeks, his butt was covered in poop again. Even worse, my husband expected ME to help him shave the cat!
It didn’t take long to figure out that Ganon also has pika! Cat proofing your house against a cat who eats…literally…everything is frustrating. He would eat potato chip bags (not the chips…well those, too…but the bags). He’d eat paper, plastic, carpet…oh my the carpet. Before we left California, Ganon had chewed up nearly all of the carpet corners in the condo! That was one of the things we made sure to look for while buying a house when we moved…no carpet! Of course Ganon’s absolute favorite weird thing to eat…corn cobs. You read that right, not corn on the cob, the bare corn cob.
Ganon barely fits in the cat bed, lol.
But, I digress. After having him living with us for six years, and working hard to combat his behavioral issues, he’s actually a pretty good cat. We take him to the groomer every 4-6 months, so he doesn’t get poop all in his fur anymore. (Being a long-haired cat, I guess the issue was the hair.) We keep everything he might chew on out of reach, and spray cherry bitters on the things we can’t move (like trash bags in the cans). He and Link have learned to get along, and for some reason, he’s not aggressive with the other cats. Maybe he’s just too old and fat now. He does get whiny when one of the kittens uses his tail as a toy, but he expects me to do something. All I do is laugh because it really is funny.
Ganon: Coffee table cat.
Ganon is really handsome on those rare occasions that we let him grow his fur out. He’s a Maine Coon mix, which shows in his coat, but his mutt part shows in his face. At 22 pounds, he’s a porker. His idea of exercise is watching the red dot. We’ve resorted to chasing him every other day or so…just to ensure that he gets SOME exercise. He can be very loving and has one of the loudest purrs I’ve ever heard. I can guarantee, Ganon is a one of a kind.
Oh yeah, did I mention that Ganon hunts stuffed animals?
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