They called this one Mr Tibbs.
My good friend, Washington state-based cannabis expert Farmer Tom Lauerman, told Toke Signals that he and his wife Paula first encountered Mr Tibbs in the spring of 2013.
Lauerman asked around the neighborhood. “Nobody wanted him,” Farmer Tom told us. “They thought he may have rabies because of the way he drooled so much.”
“He was hunting the rabbits out of the veggie fields,” Farmer Tom told us. “I thought, ‘I like this guy! He’s out there cleaning up the rodents for us’.”
Part of the charm of Mr Tibbs was his rough-hewn appearance. He looked, as my mother back in Alabama would have said, like he’d seen “40 miles of bad road.” But at the same time, this tough-looking old tomcat had the most loving, affectionate personality you could ask for.
“It looked like he may have been hit by a car at some time, thus the bad eye and abscesses on his face,” Tom told us. “He was a strange cat. He’d just follow us around like a dog. He had a personality like no other.”It didn’t take Tom and Paula very long until they decided that they would welcome Mr Tibbs to the farm.
When this reporter first met Mr Tibbs in one of Farmer Tom’s greenhouses, the grizzled old tom not only came up to me and made friends with abundant head-butts of love. He also welcomed himself up into my lap, where he stayed awhile.Mr Tibbs’ favorite hangout was to guard Farmer Tom’s greenhouses with cannabis plants in them. “As soon as I walked in, he’d show me that he was always on patrol, looking for vermin to take out,” he told us.
“He was a great cat, who only wanted to be loved, And we obliged.” ~ Farmer Tom
Rest in paradise, Mr Tibbs!