Guide to our PT cats

[NoahsMommy]

I have an idea! I think we should start a thread where we can keep a record of each of our cats. There are a lot of us here, and it would be helpful for us to have some reference of each cat's story.

Sound good?

[shais_mom]

Sounds good!!
Pics included!!

[NoahsMommy]

We got Noah for David's 26th Birthday present from someone where I used to work. I didn't like cats, but agreed to one because they eat spiders and bugs...and my husband is a cat freak. David was allowed a cat on my conditions; had to be a short-haired, orange cat and I got to name it.

We went to the house where Noah was born and got to choose between three orange cats. Noah was the only one with green eyes (as opposed to blue) and was pretty laid back. I chose him because he was the only cat who stopped romping with the others to come sit next to me and stare.

He was a bratty little kitten...utterly adorable, but felt I was his play toy and he bit and scratched me to the point of sending me into tears. Thanks to his kitten stage, I learned how to train a cat not to bite, scratch or attack people as well as to not to hurt our furnature or carpet.

Noah is my heart kitty. Wieghing in at 20 pounds, my LONG-HAIRED maine coone mix is a doll. He sleeps on my head at night and calls for me when he's not in the same room as I. He sits on the toilet while I take my nightly baths and keeps me company on the couch while we watch TV.

Noah is 2 years and 8 months old and is a little bit of a brat to people other than David or myself and hates Olivia. We're working on those things, but other than that, he's perfect!

Noah:

[NoahsMommy]

Aparently, my rough and painful start to cats wasn't bad enough to prevent me from resisting the sweet tortie kitten we saw at PetSmart (L.I.F.E. Rescue) one day.

Noel was about three months old when we saw her in a dark port-o-prision while shopping for cat food for Noah. She looked so scared and pathetic, I HAD to have her.

She adjusted really quickly to us and loved her big brother, Noah, right away. She is now 2 1/2.

She is such a good girl. I'd never actually seen a tortie kitty before I had met David, as his parents have a dilute girl named Zeppy. Noel is so sweet and gentle. Always available for a pet, but doesn't demand attention like the boys. Its so sweet when we do seek her out for some extra love, she becomes instant lap kitty. We actually refer to her as our nap kitty because whenever we take a nap, she finds the napper and joins in.

Noel:

[NoahsMommy]

My sweet, Basie Bee. AKA: Bratty!!

We rescued Basie while getting cat food at PetSmart...again! He was a tiny ball of blackish brown fluff that would later turn gray, black, gray and black again....with gray armpit fur. He is the infamous color-changing kitty with the sweetest personality ever.

He's my baby and proves it with his kitten squeak. He never developed a full MEOW and squeaks when he communicates with us and his little sister Hermie.

Basie is two and is a bit of a bratty boy. He likes to chase Micah and Olivia when they don't want to be chased. He looks up to his big brother Noah and seems to be his lacky.

He also adores his little sister, Hermie. They are often found cuddling and grooming each other.

Basie's most favorite place in the world is with his meowmie. If I ever felt unwanted, all I have to do is call his name and I'm wrong. He has to be an angel because he makes my heart flutter and gives me more love than I could ever hope for.

Basie:

[NoahsMommy]

A year ago, Livvy and I had a love affair that lasted about two months.

We began volunteering at the Humane Society and I fell in love with her each time I saw her. We visited her every Saturday for at least two months before I found her in the cat room with other cats...acting just fine! That was enough for me. I about cried the day we signed her adoption papers and brought her home.

Oddly, as soon as we got home, she became David's cat! She loves cuddling up to "daddy" as soon as he gets home each night.

She's a sweet 7 1/2 year old girl, but wants to be head cat. Unfortunately, Noah holds the title for Alpha male AND female as he's not allowing that to happen.

Livvy know's she's loved and I hope that's all that matters. She's such a gorgeous thing...I hope we can give her the life she deserves.

Olivia:

[NoahsMommy]

My Micah. He's 5 years old and is my other heart kitty.

We were at the HS the day after almost dying during his neutering surgery and were the ones to get him out of his cage. He was terrified of people but REALLY wanted to visit with the cats in the cat room. He was tiny and sickly and dirty.

We later found out that his breeder dropped him off, as well as another breeder cat - who did die during her spay - not wanting him anymore.

He and I bonded instantly. He follows me everywhere, sleeps behind my back, sits on my lap in the bathroom, plays fetch, and is a huge lover boy. He loves the camera and is a huge goof!

My Micah has Inflammatory Bowel Disease and I do too. I was diagnosed a week or two after he was. I think that is what makes my bond to him so strong.

After many, many vet visits and different treatments, Micah is now free of his IBD symptoms. He eats a mixture of Innova canned, the RAW diet and some Royal Canin crunchies.

Micah:

[NoahsMommy]

After the five, David said, "No more cats!!!" Guess who HAD TO HAVE HERMIE???

Hermie is now almost 8 months old. We adopted Hermie from the woman I help with TNR. She was found in a wood pile with another tabby close to where we live. David had to have her after she licked his chin the first time he picked her up. I think it helped that Carol and I squealed when she did that.

Hermie is a typical girl kitty and is just a little dear. I love her as an addition to our home.

She's pretty laid back, but is still afraid of loud noises and when people initially come over. She's making progress though. Her favorite past times include laying in the sun and snuggling with her big brother Basil. Her first few months here, she used to suckle off him.

She always, always sleeps with us at night. Behind my back with Micah or between David and I. She really likes her Daddy...but is still a mommy's girl.

Hermie:

[Nomilynn]

Bassett:

Miss Catitude herself. I got Bassett as a way too young kitten, outside a grocery store in Sisters, Oregon, where my parents live. She was the last one in the box.. very tiny, and oh so cute. I batted my eyelashes at my Dad and he said yes

The first thing she did when we brought her home? Play with poops in the litter box, climb a ankle length coat to the top shelf in the closet, and pee in a basket of clean laundry. She also bit Nathan. HARD. Like I said, Miss Cattitude...

The bond between Bassett and I is hard to describe. It's like she knows what I'm thinking before I do. She is very devoted to me, likes Nathan, and tolerates everyone else - if she must.

Last year her heath struggles almost did me and her in. We suffered through months of vet visits, ultrasounds and xrays. Finally, through the blessing of PTers, we got her surgery. It was very invasive, and very serious. They went in, opened her chest cavity, and did three procedures - ligated (closed off) her thoracic duct, moved her omentum (fatty tissue) into her chest cavity to ack as a wick, and removed her pericardium (sack around the heart). She never lost her "tude" though - she bit a vet tech and was given a huge "CAUTION" sign to post on her cage.. HEHE But Auntie Vickie (Slick) can attest to Bassett's sweetness - Auntie got several headbumpies and even a soft purr during her visit to see Bassett at the hospital.

Now, Bassett is better than ever. She's back to her normal, hissy self, playing and eating up a storm. I can't imagine what I would have done if I lost her

[NoahsMommy]

Phoebe is five months old and a part of a litter David and I rescued while doing TNR.

Three of the four kittens have eyelid agenia (spelling?) and require surgery. We treat them four times a day with Artificial Tears and Terrymician (spelling?) cream.

Phoebe is a polydactyl, gray and white lover girl. She is MY KITTY and I hope she always will be. She was the one that I was afraid to touch because she kepting hissing after we first trapped her and her siblings. She was also the only one to refuse to eat on her own. I had to hand feed her KMR and kitten wet food by putting in on my fingers and my leg so she could bite/lick it off.

Phoebe is, along with Basil and Micah, my constant companion. She sleeps under the covers and only is happy if she's a close as possible and cuddling with me. She uses her extra toes to curl her paw around my arm or fingers so we can hold hands and cuddle. She is, by far, the sweetest thing I've ever met. When I call her, she'll flop on the floor, show me her belly and pur! CUTIE!!

Phebers:


See? Look at her toes wrapped around my arm so she can give me a quick grooming.

[Nomilynn]

Tilly:

After my grandmother died, I noticed that Bassett was lonely during the day while I was at school, and the house in general just seemed sad. I started thinking about getting Bassett a playmate, and started calling around to shelters, looking for a young cat (Bassett is the queen, and wouldn't tolerate an adult kitty!)

I came across this sweet calico, then named "Gracie" at Petcetera adoptions. She didn't like to be held, but when she saw me she came up to the cage and stuck her paw out, trying to touch me. She also make all sorts of cutie-pie noises.. and her bright pink nose won me over. I took her home.

I wondered, as we put her in the car, if she would adjust to an indoor life. She had been a stray, and since she didn't like to be held, I was concerned. On the way home, she climbed out of her carrier, into my lap, and turned on the loudest motor I've ever heard. She looked up at me and gave me eye kisses, as if to say "thank you." I knew then, things would be perfect.

At first, she and Bassett were inseperable, but as Bassett's health began to fade, and Nutmeg showed up, Tilly and Bassett no longer get along. They hiss for communication, but lately they have started laying in close proximity again. I still have hope

[NoahsMommy]

Sampson is Phoebe's bigger brother.

I thought Phoebe was sweet? I guess I forgot about Sampson!! He is the most loving kitten the world has ever seen. He is only happy if he can purr and knead all day long. He is so precious that while he's examined all the time for his eyes, he still purrs and kneads the air!

He and his daddy have what David calls "make out sessions" as many times as David has time for. Sampson will physically wrap his paws around our necks and hug us. He can't get enough love...its the sweetest thing.

Strangely, while he loves me too, he truly is David's cat. Its wierd because usually the girls bond with men and males bond with women. Anyhow, he shares that lovin' with me, so I still feel blessed to have him in our home....hopefully forever.

Sampson:

[Nomilynn]

Nutmeg:

Nutmeg is the first cat that ever chose ME. I went into a pet supply store to look for treats on a break between classes. The store doesn't sell animals, so you can imagine how suprised I was when I heard a tiny voice squeaking "MEW! MEW!" I turned around to see a cage full of kittens up for adoption through a kitten rescue program. The only tortie was climbing the side of the cage trying to get out. I went and talked to her, and she started licking my fingers. Knowing it wasn't smart of me, I asked if I could hold her.

When the clerk let her out, she went running to the back room because that's where they were allowed play time. I picked her up and said "Don't run away! I just want to see you" and she started to purr and settled right down. Tears came to my eyes. I KNEW I had to have this kitten. I could feel it in every part of me. She was the sweetest thing I had ever met.. so loving even though so young. I told the clerk, "I have to go to class, and I have to talk to my landlord. But I want this kitten, and I'll be back this afternoon with the word." They put my name on her and I left.

I was so distracted in class, I could hardly contain myself. I even had a running list of possible names down the side of my notes. When I got out of class - great news! My landlord said yes and Nutmeg was coming home with me.

She fit in right away. Tilly had a playmate and Bassett was finally left in peace. She is the cuddliest, sweetest, most loving kitty I've EVER known, and I love her to peices.

[krazyaboutkatz]

These are all such great heart warming stories. Now here are mine.

Storm:
After being without an animal in my life for many years, I finally decided that it was time for me to get a cat because I've always been a big cat lover. I thought I wanted a kitten but it was January and there weren't any kittens around. I decided to go to my local Humane Society to look at their cats. First I looked at all of the cats inside the main building. None of them appealed to me because I was looking for a loving, friendly, affectionate cat.

The lady said that they had another area in a building outside where they kept the strays. I began looking at them and a large black cat caught my eye. I held him and he was very friendly and purring. We were going to go look up his paper work and as I passed the cages a grey paw stuck out at me. There was a very handsome grey cat with gorgeous light green eyes. I stopped and asked if I could hold him. He was very friendly and purring very loudly. I decided right then that this was the cat for me.

They had already named him Storm and I liked it so I kept it because it suited him well. One more interesting fact was that his cage number matched my order to be called number so it really seemed like it was meant to be. I found out that they had accidently put him out with the strays because his former owner had abandoned him. A few days later he developed a nasty URI and had both external and internal parasites. Luckily everything could be treated. While I was nursing him back to health, we formed a very strong bond. He's my heart kitty.

Storm gives me unconditional love,makes me laugh, helps relieve my stress, and is a very caring cat. He knows when I don't feel well or if I've had a bad day. He's the alpha cat and has 3 other brothers. He gets along with all of them except for Cirrus. I sometimes call him my grey doggie because he's a very social cat and he likes to follow me around. He weighs about 14lbs and looks like a Maine Coon mix. He just turned 8 years old and I've had him for 7 years now. I love him very much and I'm very glad that he picked me to be his new meowmie.




It's getting very late so I'll have to tell my other furkids stories at a later time.

[sirrahved]

Both Jason and I wanted pets, and couldn't live without them. As soon as we were settled in together we went to the SPCA. That's where we found Marshmallow. I had never seen a Persian in PERSON before. I thought she was beautiful. I had my eye on her when we entered the room. She wasn't demanding... (there was one there that WAS, and it really turned me off) she was sweet tempered and calm. We went in imagining we'd come home with a kitten, but Marsha stole my heart.

A month or so later I couldn't STAND just having one cat, so I put on the pouty face for Jason and we went out that day. This time I let Jason decide on which one would come home with us. Marsha went with us for the decision. Jason liked three adolescent males, so we brought each in to the personal encounter room. Pickles was the only one that didn't his at Marsha, so he went home with us. Unfortunately, he was sick when we got him, so not up to par. He turned into a TOTALLY different kitty once we got him well, but I now wouldn't trade him for the world! (even if he did eat my Betta...)