caffeitina
08-01-2007, 08:10 PM
Happy Gotcha Day, Howard!!
Three years ago, I adopted my handsome boy from a local animal rescue. I had gone there intending to adopt an adult cat, but just didn't "click" with any of the fully grown kitties (they were all gorgeous, but none of them asked me to take them home).
Then the woman who ran the shelter said: "I know you wanted an adult cat, but just let me show you the Kitten Room."
Soon I had no fewer than 20 kittens swarming around my feet and ankles. I first picked up a small, smoky grey fluff ball and started to pet it...and soon I heard a very loud "purrrrrrrrrrrr". Thing was, the purring wasn't coming from the cat I was holding, but from a little white-bibbed, white-nosed, green-eyed, grey & black tabby that had latched his front claws deep into my left calf. As soon as I looked at him, he climbed the leg of my jeans as if it were a tree. The shelter owner took the grey fluff from me so I could detatch the kitten from my leg. As soon as I held him, his "attention" purr turned into a "happiness" purr.
"Oh look! Howard chose you," said the shelter owner. "You'd better take him home."
So I did. :D
Howard started off being a fiesty, frisky, spastic kitten who liked to nip, scratch, attack, and try to wrestle me and Jim as though we were his littermates instead of his mom and dad--even though Jim is Howard's favorite person (in fact, the first moment Howard met Jim, he crawled up onto Jim's chest and started "grooming" his goatee). For about the first year, we thought Howard was going to be Psychocat. Not so.
Howard has since mellowed and become such the loverboy. He greets us every morning and lets us know he loves us. He gives lots of head scrubbies (sometimes kisses) and loves to be pet and pet and pet and pet.......and he never tires of it. Nowdays, he wouldn't dream of biting or scratching--unless it was completely by accident. Or unless his little sister, Luna, really provoked him. Howard adores his parents, his little sis, rainbow sherbert, "his" mushroom chair, and his Kit-n-Caboodle catfood. Howard is an awesome cat & I'm so happy I adopted him.
Three years ago, I adopted my handsome boy from a local animal rescue. I had gone there intending to adopt an adult cat, but just didn't "click" with any of the fully grown kitties (they were all gorgeous, but none of them asked me to take them home).
Then the woman who ran the shelter said: "I know you wanted an adult cat, but just let me show you the Kitten Room."
Soon I had no fewer than 20 kittens swarming around my feet and ankles. I first picked up a small, smoky grey fluff ball and started to pet it...and soon I heard a very loud "purrrrrrrrrrrr". Thing was, the purring wasn't coming from the cat I was holding, but from a little white-bibbed, white-nosed, green-eyed, grey & black tabby that had latched his front claws deep into my left calf. As soon as I looked at him, he climbed the leg of my jeans as if it were a tree. The shelter owner took the grey fluff from me so I could detatch the kitten from my leg. As soon as I held him, his "attention" purr turned into a "happiness" purr.
"Oh look! Howard chose you," said the shelter owner. "You'd better take him home."
So I did. :D
Howard started off being a fiesty, frisky, spastic kitten who liked to nip, scratch, attack, and try to wrestle me and Jim as though we were his littermates instead of his mom and dad--even though Jim is Howard's favorite person (in fact, the first moment Howard met Jim, he crawled up onto Jim's chest and started "grooming" his goatee). For about the first year, we thought Howard was going to be Psychocat. Not so.
Howard has since mellowed and become such the loverboy. He greets us every morning and lets us know he loves us. He gives lots of head scrubbies (sometimes kisses) and loves to be pet and pet and pet and pet.......and he never tires of it. Nowdays, he wouldn't dream of biting or scratching--unless it was completely by accident. Or unless his little sister, Luna, really provoked him. Howard adores his parents, his little sis, rainbow sherbert, "his" mushroom chair, and his Kit-n-Caboodle catfood. Howard is an awesome cat & I'm so happy I adopted him.