Rigby owns the farm. He is KING PIN. The cows, sheep and horse move out of his way and his swift paw. He loves to chase Nan around and makes sure the border Collies' noses get used as a scratching post for his claws.
He is also a house cat. At night when I get home from work, he goes into the house with me. My mom made sure he got used to being a house cat. He is a good house cat and takes the coveted spots in the house. He is a good snuggler.
Rigby wants to make sure that I am protected from any danger in the house. I really appreciate that. I am not totally recovered from the heart surgery so I can't run away say if, a cougar should be in the house or maybe killer socks.
Rigby saw these socks and thought they might attack me as I walked by. After all, the socks were green and blended into the carpet. I wouldn't see them as I walked by. God only knows what would happen if I got attacked by a pair of socks.
He jumped off his cozy spot on the couch to save me. He grabbed the socks and held onto them so I could walk safely by.