Location: Toronto, ON
What makes Hutch so mean?
Hutch looks cute, but he’s bad news. He lived on the street for a while. He is mean. Not tough mean – crazy mean. You have to have a little psycho in your back pocket to survive as a street cat.
He likes me – most of the time. He hates my dad. My dad only has to come into the same room as him and he growls and hisses with his ears back. If my dad goes near him, Hutch’ll cut him.
Hutch had to live with his cousin, my brother’s cat William, for a year and a bit. Poor William got beaten up every night. Scratches all over his face. He runs now when he sees Hutch coming.
Hutch sometimes escapes outside (I keep him inside, off the street, to keep the crazy repressed). When he gets out he goes completely insane. He hisses at anyone who comes near him, even me. If you try to catch him he starts howling, and if you don’t back off he’ll charge you and shred your arms and legs up.
When he’s sane he’s just plain old mean. He’ll play catch-the-feet through the covers all night, gnawing on my toe and digging into my heel with his back legs. He pees on our couch every day. He comes and flops on my laptop when I am working late. When I change the sheets on the bed, he is right there underneath, attacking the sheets. I can’t move him or he’ll growl and hiss in warning.
He’s a mean little buzzard. He’s got serious issues. Being out on the street’ll do that to you.
Submitted by: Katie