u/MoirTheWarrior

I work at an industrial plant that makes frozen meals and canned soups, so i often come home smelling like enchilada sauce, tomatoes, cheese, onions, or a mix of one or more of these things. Depending on the smell I bring home with me, Walter reacts in a variety of ways. In the second pic he's loving my boots. It was a lasagna sauce day. If I dare come home smelling of onions, he will still try to lay next to me as soon as I sit down, but the smell pisses him off and he'll nip at me (not hard) and swat me until I get up and shower.

Moral of the story: Walter, the Panzerkampfwagen VI of cats, does not like onions.

Retired Sheriff Walter, the progenitor of his species, is doing well, y'all. He is happier than a pig in shit. Just wanted to keep you all posted.

I have mentioned that he has a son that he hates. His name is Monday. Looks identical to Walter. Well... Walter got around a lot during his time on the streets. He has another identical son that has found his way to our yard to feed. His name is Sunday.

"What if Sunday is just Monday, loser?"

Well, jackass, they were both here at the same time! I had to do a double-take, then run inside to make sure Walter, gigilo-supreme, hadn't gotten out. It was like something out of the Twilight Zone, seeing two identical cats sitting in my yard (opposite sides) and staring at me.

Walter (or "Bubbies" to those he loves) is always happy to see me when I come home from work.

He is in great health and very, very happy. He had a couple claws on his right paw that were missing or heavily damaged (we thought permanently) that have even grown back! Speaking of claws, his are very large and *very* sharp.

Walter loves napping in front of windows, cuddling next to us, and playing with his toys in the evening. When it's time to go downstairs to my bedroom he will follow every time. He always feels the need to be around my wife or I.

He is such a perfect addition to our family.

* Picture of Tiger tank for reference. It's a tank with a reputation for packing a whallop and being hard to kill. Despite it being used by the enemy in WW2 it's a beautiful tank and one of my favorites. If you haven't guessed by now, I'm somewhat of a history nerd.

Many of you wished to continue getting periodic updates on Walter, the F-14 Tomcat my wife and I adopted some months back. For those not in the know, Walter, the absolute unit, was abandoned by his first family 6 years ago, but was on the streets his whole 10 years. Walter, the inspiration for the Conan the Barbarian movie, owned the streets and fought fiercely to enforce his law. After a year of gaining his trust, feeding and sheltering him, we were finally able to get him indoors, neutered, and officially make him part of the family.

Please enjoy these pictures of Walter, the Shogun, at your leisure.

Also, head to r/Walter_the_Tomcat if you wanna be kept in the loop!

Walter, the conquerer, spends most of his time with me. He loves my room, sleeps on my bed every night, and welcomes me when I come home from work everyday. My wife is jealous, and rightly so since she put in the majority of the work in gaining his trust when he was a stray. But he always welcomes her attention, so it's okay.

But who cares about that when he gifts us with TEEFS?! This guy doesn't know how to NOT be photogenic.

This is a great example of how Walter, the cat that goes bump in the night, has settled in and truly become a member of the family. Now he is not only loved, but also loves us.

For those of you who do not know of Walter, the toughest summbitch to walk this earth, check here, here or scroll through my profile to find all the posts regarding Walter (and Sisu, another stray we rescued).

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Anyways, this is what I believe to be the final major update! Not a bad thing! For you see, Walter's time in isolation is over! His neutering healed up all good so today was the day! Between getting his infection taken care of, his FIV testing (to quote the vet verbatim, he "has *ALL* the FIV"), waiting for his neutering, and healing from it, Walter has spent a whopping 7 weeks in isolation.

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Walter, the war machine, was in there so long that he was reluctant to join the rest of the house when we opened the door for him. He's still a little stressed from all the new noises (air conditioner, mostly) and meeting our 3 other cats. Well, he paid no mind to the 2 females, but once Sisu got too close, Walter put his Sheriff badge back on for a second, but chilled right back out. No damage done to either. Sisu seems to know that Walter is the final boss of life and tries to tiptoe around him at the moment. He is just very curious about Walter, the cat personally trained by John Wick.

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Walter, the Destroyer of Worlds, has made it clear that his isolation room is also now his fortress of solitude (aka Fort Kickass) and will go down there if he gets too overwhelmed by all the new stuff.

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Walter, the boss so tough his boss-fight soundtrack is in latin, has been scoping out the house quite a bit, with it usually ending in him going to his room for a bit. He is getting more comfortable since we are letting him do it at his pace.

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Walter, likely a Primarch and son of the Emperor of Mankind in cat-form, you finally have a family that not only wants you, but loves you.

Today Walter (full name Waltholomew Jones Moir) had his vet visit to remove his gargantuan balls of steel. Dude is oddly chill during car rides. Just shuts his cake-hole and relaxes. My calico Cleo howled the whole 15 hour drive when we moved to Idaho, so this is a nice departure from that.

The vet and all the techs absolutely love him. He was not thrilled, but he was a gentleman. One of the techs thought something might be wrong with him because his cheeks are so luxurious and large, and the vet essentially said "nope, this is pretty common for an intact male of his age". She then pointed out all of his battle-scars (even on his balls 😭) and his rock-solid muscle arms and neck and said "He is all that is man in the cat world. A warrior supreme". She really hit the nail on the head.

Walter is recovering nicely. They said he did really well under anesthesia. He has a small incision, about 1/4" long, with no stitches. Should be healed within 48 hours. He has gained almost 1 pound since his last appt. He is shedding like crazy! Vet said that's normal coming into a new healthy environment with a good, consistent diet. Just gotta let him rest so he can heal up. They also only charged us half price for taking in a cat off the street and reducing the number of future strays!

Walter, my boy, your days of dominating the streets of Pocatello, Idaho are over, for you now dominate our hearts. Your days of wondering where your next meal will come from are over, for you will never find yourself wanting again. Your days of forgetting what it is to be loved are over, for you will always find my wife and I happy to see you. You are home.

FIRST PIC IS FROM THE OLD POST. REST ARE FROM TODAY.

You guys remember this stoic bastard Walter? For those who do not, I'll give you the run-down. We met him shortly after moving to SE Idaho. Very distrustful but would come by for food which we'd leave out for him and another stray (Sisu, who we adopted a year ago). He was the sheriff of the strays. Won every fight, but rarely went looking for them. Allowed all the cats (but one, that we're pretty sure is his son) into our yard for food and rest, but did not tolerate any tomfoolery. It took about 6 months to gain Walter's trust enough to pet him. We made him an "apartment" in the front yard. A cat-sized tent & bed with a rigid canvas canopy over it to keep the elements out. He lived in that for months. We'd see him every day. He got an infected paw from a fight so we brought him inside and had a vet do a house call. She figured he was about 10. The plan was to eventually get him to a vet to be neutered, medicated for anything needed, and brought home to live indoors.

That plan went to shit... at first. See, we were THREE days from his vet appointment when he vanished without a trace. The longest we had gone without seeing him prior to this was maybe 24 hours. After the first week my wife started losing hope, believing something had happened to him. She cried herself to sleep for at least 2 weeks. Having grown up with many cats over the years, many of whom were formerly strays themselves, I told my wife to keep an eye out. That sometimes strays go off questing for long periods of time and then show back up like it was no big deal. It didn't help, and honestly, after 6 weeks I started to lose hope.

So after he'd been missing for 7 & 1/2 weeks, while I was downstairs playing Crimson Desert on my PS5 (great game, btw), I get a phone call from my wife... Who works from home... 15 feet away. I answer, very confused. She's talking but very shaken. "IT'S WALTER! HE'S BACK!" I bolt outside to our garage, where she had set up several cat beds, food, water, and toys for all the strays, and there he is, awoken from his nap and startled, as if he'd almost forgotten who we were. He was a little skinnier, his cheeks were a little swollen (bad tooth), dirty, and a little beat up. The breakaway collar we put on him 2 days before he disappeared was also gone. My wife cried on my shoulder. She was overwhelmed in the best way. I'll be honest, I shed a happy tear or two for Walter's unexpected return to us.

We were able to remind him who we were and feed him. He gave us some headbutts and rolled around on his back a bit before starting to head down the sidewalk. It was now or possibly never. I scooped him up (he never cared about being picked up) and brought him into the house. He is secluded in a spare bedroom downstairs with everything he needs until both the vet stuff is done, and the other cats have had enough time to get used to his scent. He is a bit stressed about not being let back outside, but he's calmed and is resting. We aren't going to let this chance to finally give him the life he deserves slip away again.

So, as of now, Walter, the Sheriff 'round these here parts, the Ron Swanson of all cats, is retired to a peaceful life indoors with a loving family. He will likely occasionally unretire for a minute or two to put our other 3 cats in their place. Specifically Sisu, the only other male.

Walter, my boy... you're home.