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Post by xystophoros on May 20, 2017 23:24:38 GMT
Three years ago I adopted a tiny little gray tabby kitten and named him Bud. He's my first ever pet and has become my best little buddy. It's honestly been one of the best decisions I ever made.
He's unusual among cats in that he's exceptionally bold and friendly. If someone rings the doorbell -- whether a pizza delivery guy, UPS, trick or treaters on Halloween, etc -- he's like a dog, coming right up to the door to see who's there and, like a dog, I have to hold him to keep him from jumping on people.
When I have people over, Bud doesn't retreat to a bedroom and dive under a bed like most cats do -- he will accept nothing less than being the center of attention, informing my guests that he's the king of the house and demanding that they acknowledge and pet him.
Likewise, he's not subtle about demanding treats or play time.
Originally I wanted a Siamese cat because all the research I'd done said Siamese are generally the most outgoing and vocal cats. But I was set on adopting, and shelters don't usually have pure breeds just sitting around, so it was the happy little tabby kitten I took home.
Funny how it turned out -- I doubt even most Siamese would be as outgoing and friendly as Bud is. As for being vocal, that's a double edged sword. If I talk to him he'll answer with various meows and mews, and they're often hilarious, but when he starts talking he doesn't shut up, and he loses his mind if there's a closed door between me and him.
What's your cat like? How long have you had him/her, and what'd you name your kitteh?
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Post by Ad○rably Obn○xi○us🐢 on Jun 3, 2017 5:12:17 GMT
We only have Gracie left now, she's 12. She's a typical bipolar cat, most times you can't touch her, but if she's allowed to get her afternoon nap out uninterrupted she is the sweetest, most loving cat ever. My dog was taught by her long ago about boundaries (lol) so he's super suspicious of her when she's in one of those moods, and doesn't like her coming up to him and headbutting him and trying to clean him. He freaks and jumps up and turns circles until he annoys her to the point of whacking him. Self fulfilling prophecy, lol. He just doesn't understand that when that strange rumbly sound is coming from her throat it means he can snuggle with her. Otherwise, it's hands-and paws-off.
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Post by Catman on Jun 3, 2017 13:13:43 GMT
Xander and Andrew are purr machines always ready for a cuddle. When Catman goes to take a nap, he just calls Xander's name, and Xander comes running to snuggle and purr.
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Post by merh on Jun 8, 2017 2:46:21 GMT
Kili is a former feral kitty we were supposed to turn loose, but my daughter wanted to keep her. We believe because she was wild so long she suffered from a giant lack of attention so one can never pet her enough, but pet her too long & she goes insane. She purrs if you touch her. When you stop petting her, she barks like a seal.
Yes, she is named for the Dwarf in The Hobbit.
The orange kitty in my avatar is Thor, uncle to Kili. They do not like one another. Thor is named for the Marvel character & the god.
Both cats are huge. He was about a year old in the picture with Freya, my beautiful Bombay who died a couple years ago.
Thor is a wussy boy. Won't let you pet him more than 3 or 4 pets if he is in the mood. DO NOT TOUCH HIS TAIL. That is his Mjolnir. Death to any who touch it.
His claws are dangerous. Most cat claws are normal & I will play The Claw with them (hold your hand just above their head in front of them. They usually go crazy & attack. I stop when the rabbit kicks start). Not Thor. His claws are fish hooks. If he stabs you, you have to unhook his claw from your skin. I'm pretty much the only one who can hold him, but I don't push it.
He is the king of the kitties. Kili tries to usurp him, but never has yet. He has the most adorable little meow.
A customer at the store my daughter worked at was surrendering her cat.
Named after the World of Warcraft boss Illydan, she is the smartest cat in the house.
One can maul her & she takes it. She is so patient.
She is the mama kitty. Anyone not feeling well, she is there. She sits on my chest every night & purrs (purring being good for healing). When I broke my ankle, she sat on it purring all the time. She is usually waiting for me when I get home. She manages to open doors every so often by playing with the handle, but she also closes doors by leaning on them with her front paws.
This morning I swear she was going to take a shower with me. She walked in between the shower curtain & the lining, but left before I switched it to the showerhead.
Loki is crazy. Bipolar.
Silver tabby. She was sitting on my thigh sleeping then suddenly growled & bit me, digging her claws in. She will attack your face.
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Post by marianne48 on Jun 9, 2017 1:57:30 GMT
Mooch (2002?--4/17/2017) was a stray black cat who showed up on the patio one day and hung out until he got something to eat. He was living proof of the warning: feed a cat once, and he'll stick around forever. The first month or so, he was just a vicious black paw, slashing out at the ankles of anyone who walked by the picnic table under which he lurked. Eventually he inched his way out, and after several more weeks he consented to be petted. A volunteer with a local "Trap-Neuter-Release" program came by to have him fixed, and after the operation, instead of slinking away forever as I expected, he decided to stick around anyway. Named after the cat in the Mutts comic strip by Patrick McDonnell, he spent most of his days lurking in the front garden, keeping an eye out for mice, squirrels, and rabbits, and his evenings on the couch. He was very tactile and craved, and returned, physical affection. He had an uneasy relationship with the dog--they tolerated each other and sometimes were even affectionate, except for times when he fled her jealous snarls. As for the myth that cats are aloof and never come when called, he dispelled this--he always came when called by name, or even when I whistled for him (unlike the dog, who feigns deafness unless she wants something). When petted, he often purred till he drooled. He enjoyed his cat toys, Temptation cat treats, sardines, and the sounds of cat-fighting videos on YouTube. He enjoyed good health right up until the evening that he suffered a sudden attack of something called a "saddle thrombus," and in a little more than an hour he was gone. At least he went quickly and I got to hold him as he went. The worst part of having a pet is having to deal with this. But it was worth the years of having him. RIP, kitty.  |
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Post by drystyx on Jun 27, 2017 21:25:40 GMT
I've had four tuxedo cats, all very gentle and very meek. This last one is about 13 years old, and began as a semi feral kitten from a rural home, and I didn't get to meet him before he was weaned, which makes a difference, and it took about a year for him to think of me as family, though shorter time to trust me.
His name is Feanor, the fiery elf whose seven sons make the crux of the Silmarillion by Tolkien.
He began fiery, but calmed down a lot, and even though he has claws, he lets unclawed cats bully him to an extent. He's very passive, and tries to avoid confrontation. He doesn't like other cats. He lets small dogs get a certain distance before he snarls at them. If they get too close to his face, he claws at them, not to hit, just to make them back off, because they do back off, and then he's back to being calm. Of course, if they didn't back off, they'd be clawed, but he gives them ample warning. He's very pacific.
He never liked wet food, thank God, and so he gets all dry food, which is easy to clean up after, but he goes through milk like no one's business. I get skim milk, which he also likes better, since it stays fresh longer. I only drink organic skim, which I'll give him if I have it, but usually he gets regular. He also likes the feline pine cat litter.
He used to have the usual hard time that cats have in deciding to go in or out, but now that I have an enclosed porch which he can nudge open to get out of, he is much more relaxed about that. I moved to a farm six months ago. He doesn't hunt much, but he brought me one mouse "gift" not too long ago. He likes to sleep in my lap while I'm laying down. He licks my eyes when he wants milk, which I sort of trained him to do by kissing his eyes every time I gave him milk.
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Post by Matthew the Swordsman on Jul 1, 2017 17:42:57 GMT
Both Maybelline and Jeice want a lot of attention. Maybelline will roll on her back to make it clear she wants attention.
Jeice is very impatient with food and makes a mess of the food.
Maybelline is patient with food and never makes a mess, BUT she expects the food to be served at the exact same times each day, and served on the exact same spot. She will not eat the food if it is placed in a different spot or served at a different time.
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Post by xystophoros on Jul 2, 2017 22:39:05 GMT
Mooch (2002?--4/17/2017) was a stray black cat who showed up on the patio one day and hung out until he got something to eat. He was living proof of the warning: feed a cat once, and he'll stick around forever. The first month or so, he was just a vicious black paw, slashing out at the ankles of anyone who walked by the picnic table under which he lurked. Eventually he inched his way out, and after several more weeks he consented to be petted. A volunteer with a local "Trap-Neuter-Release" program came by to have him fixed, and after the operation, instead of slinking away forever as I expected, he decided to stick around anyway. Named after the cat in the Mutts comic strip by Patrick McDonnell, he spent most of his days lurking in the front garden, keeping an eye out for mice, squirrels, and rabbits, and his evenings on the couch. He was very tactile and craved, and returned, physical affection. He had an uneasy relationship with the dog--they tolerated each other and sometimes were even affectionate, except for times when he fled her jealous snarls. As for the myth that cats are aloof and never come when called, he dispelled this--he always came when called by name, or even when I whistled for him (unlike the dog, who feigns deafness unless she wants something). When petted, he often purred till he drooled. He enjoyed his cat toys, Temptation cat treats, sardines, and the sounds of cat-fighting videos on YouTube. He enjoyed good health right up until the evening that he suffered a sudden attack of something called a "saddle thrombus," and in a little more than an hour he was gone. At least he went quickly and I got to hold him as he went. The worst part of having a pet is having to deal with this. But it was worth the years of having him. RIP, kitty. Sounds like you gave the little guy a lot of love. And he picked you  You're right, the worst part of having a pet is having to deal with their deaths, which is why I try to remind myself to enjoy every minute with my little buddy. |
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Post by maya55555 on Jul 5, 2017 0:02:43 GMT
xystophoros
My Butch Cassidy a 23" black alpha male (RIP), behaved just like your Buddy. I miss him and his siblings too much!
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Post by QueenB on Mar 6, 2018 0:46:11 GMT
Kitty Monster - she's mellowed out quite a bit from when she was a kitten. She is about 10 now. She just wants to look out the window on her kitty sill or sleep in her bed or on mine. Sometimes, she gets a little playful after she eats but then she's back to sleeping again.
Boo Bear - she's still a kitten. She'll be 2 in Aug. When she's not sleeping or looking out the window, she is into everything. She goes crazy for a laser light and this one pink mouse. She has tons of toys but always wants to play with this one mouse that she is always losing. I have to always check under the couch or behind the TV for it.
Sweetheart - she was a stray. She's about 4 years old. Loves to look out the window. Very active at night.
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You're right, the worst part of having a pet is having to deal with their deaths, which is why I try to remind myself to enjoy every minute with my little buddy.
