Guide to our PT cats

[aly]

I can put together a webpage with all the pics and stories on my site if you guys want me to

I will have to add mine later. It is way too early to think, much less type too much, hehe.

[jenluckenbach]

Thanks for the great stories.

I personally think I will pass though, as I would feel like a HOG with 15 stories to write. Anyway, I actually wrote quite a few stories back when I first joined and they can be found by doing a search using the word STORY and my user name.

[catlover4ever]

This thread is great. Here are my stories.

Just after getting married in 1993 I asked my husband if I could have a cat. I love animals and could not imagine my new house without a cat. So he said yes and then I pushed it and asked for 2...he said yes again. Tigger and her brother Tony were my very first 2 kitties. I got them from a lady who worked at my local bank. Tigger is actually the runt of the litter and still only weighs in at 7 pounds. She is a very quiet kitty and usually keeps to herself, she is not a lap cat unless it is on her terms (and that is very seldom). At night she loves to sleep right between her mommy and daddy and will actually push you out of bed when she wants more room. Tigger will be 11 years old this April and her daddy and I love her to death. She is so spoiled and loved. I think she is the prettiest of my girls but I'm partial to her tiger stripes. Tigger's story is the most boring as she was not a rescue like the rest of mine.

Presenting Tigger.....

[catlover4ever]

Smokey...

I rescued Smokey from a friend that I worked with. She was taking out her trash one day and these 2 boys asked her if that was her cat in the trash can. She said NO, and what cat are you talking about, so they showed her this small bundle of fur that was in the bottom of the trash can. It seems that someone no longer wanted him, so they threw him away. When I got Smokey he only weighed in at 3 lbs, and I really thought he was about 6 weeks old. It turns out that he was 6 months old, he was just so malnourished. The day I took Smokey home my hubby and I stopped at Subway to get some lunch and while we were eating the phone rang, Smokey jumped up on the table and ran off with one of my meatballs from the sub. Needless to say, Smokeys theme song is "On Top of Old Smokey", he loves to have it sung to him and sometimes, if I'm lucky he "sings" with me. Smokey will be 10 years old in April of this year and he weighs in at 15.5 pounds, a real big difference from 3 pounds when rescued. Smokey has a very special temperment, you can do anything to this cat and he is never bothered by it. He has been dressed for Christmas and held like a baby doll.

Smokey has had severe medical problems. He is predisposed to urinary crystals. I tried many different foods and medications but nothing seemed to work, so we ended up having surgery to widen his urethera.....thus making Smokey the boy into Smokey the girl.

Smokey...

[catlover4ever]

Tucker

Tucker showed up in my front hedges on a very cold winter night in 1996. I provided shelter, food and warmth for her but she took off down the road on Christmas Day 1996, so all in all I only had her for about 3 weeks. On April 26, 1997 she came walking back up the driveway and has been with me ever since. I have absolutely no idea where she went for those 4 months but where ever it was, she obviously did not like it and decided I provided for her better. She is approximately 17 years old and was obviously abused by whoever had her before me as she has a scar the size of a quarter on the back of her neck where it looks like someone tried to burn her. She is very, very fiesty for her age and is a very grumpy old lady, but I guess if you were that old you might tend to be grumpy too. For an old woman who has been on the streets for probally most of her life, she has the softest, most plush fur of any kitty I know. I hope to have many, many more years with her.

P.S. She is a big Daddy's girl. She sleeps on his chair and ottoman, and loves to be with her daddy.

Tucker....

[catlover4ever]

Mystic and Abner

I will put Mystic and Abner together.

Mystic showed up at my back door in March of 2000. She was rather large in the belly and I really thought she was pregnant. It turns out that she is just large in the belly. My hubby said that the 3 kitties that we had already were ENOUGH!!!! I was told I was not to keep this one.....well I had recently had surgery on my hand and I decided to let Mystic come into the house for a little while. She followed me upstairs and fell asleep on the black velux blanket. When my hubby came home, she blended right in and did not notice her until morning. Needless to say, after that night she was a part of the family. He daddy calls her Flubby Wubbie, because of her big tummy. She loves her daddy the most. She sleeps on his side of the bed, keeping his feet warm on a cold winters night. Mystic has a wierd fettish, she loves her daddys underwear, as soon as he takes them off (or even if they are clean) she will take the underwear (as you can see in the picture) and growl at them, drool all over them and then fall asleep in them.


Mystic will be 4 years old in March of this year.

Abner, also known as Abbey is the baby of the family....and he is my soul kitty. Abner followed a dog to my house when he was about 3 months old. From the moment I laid eyes on him I knew I had to keep him. The bond I have with Abbey is hard to put into words.....just he is my everything. He makes me laugh, he makes me cry (especially when I'm calling for him to come home and he doesn't), he sleeps by my side every night, he gives me attitude with his little yips and yaps. He is just my everything.
Abbey is the alpha cat in the family and he lets everyone know it. Abbey loves to take a shower, go outside under the bird feeders when it is raining and then come in with muddy feet and run upstairs to the bathroom to be "Buffed" (dried off).

My RB Tony was my first soul kitty and I truely beleive that God sent Abbey to be my other soul kity.

Abner....

[catnapper]

He was the first of my two boys. Growing up, I always had a cat, one even slept in my crib with me. I always considered myself a cat person. When my mom remarried, my step-dad HATED cats and his mother FEARED them, so our new home did not include any pets.

I the day husband proposed, we went to my Aunt's house to announce the engagement and there were two little orange kittens - it was a litter or 5 but two were stillborn and one female died a few days later. When we visited my Aunt again, we came home with Allen.

We brought him home and had to hide him becuse our dacshund/lab mix dog, Sammy, thought he was dinner. Litterally, she wanted to eat him. Once Allen was big enough to fend for himself, those two would go at it and be a big black and orange tangle rolling around the floor.... but by that time, the fight was play. After Sammy died, Allen went into a shell and missed playing so he tried with Nicki. Poor Nicki is petrified of smaller animals and would go run and hide whenever he tried to play. Imagine a 100 pound dog afraid of a 15 pound cat! Allen would sit on the banister and wait for Nicki to settle down and then - SLAM - fling himslef onto her back!

He's our mellow guy and pretty much doesn't care what you do to him. He's not much on the affection front - only when he wants it. Lately, he's been more affectionate and will accept it when you try to give it to him. He'se even learned to purr!

[catnapper]

Ah, my little baby. We got him when I was in Petco with my mom and my daughters for food. My oldest fell in love with a white Siamese and begged to get it. I fell in love with this guy too so I called my husband who flat out said NO. We left Petco and went to Target, where he called and said, "So what's the new cat's name?" He figured we'd get the kitten anyway. We ran back to Petco and adopted Floyyd. A week later we still hadn't heard from the rescue about when Floyyd would come to live with us and they gave me a song and dance about congenital heart disease... in other words, they accidentally gave him to someone else. I was heartbroken because we decided to add another cat to our family and I wanted one. That Sunday, we went to Petco and they had kittens galore. That is when we met Pouncer. He was this little black striped thng that fit into the palm of my hand, with a little grey tail looking like it was dipped in ink. He sat calmly in my hand while the tail went SWISH-SWISH-SWISH.

What can I say about Pouncer? He's the most loving and sweetest cat I've ever met. From day one, he asserted his personality on the house and has melted my husband's heart. He LOVES his big brother Allen and they cuddle all the time. They groom each other and sleep together, though lately Pouncer's been finding his own hidey hole whereas Allen has his. Somehow they always come back to each other.

Pouncer loves to purr and make biscuits. He will cuddle anytime you want and will become and instant lapcat. He is very forgiving with children and won't argue when they lug him around. He still will sit calmly in anybody's hands while his tail SWISHES... you know he wants down and wants to create some terror somewhere, but he will stay held until you release him.

His favorite pastimes are catching flies, chasing fishies, playing with the computer cursor, and eating.

[shais_mom]

Kylie is my first cat that I can call my own. So everything she does or goes thru is a first for me since I had never had an indoor cat before. Kylie came to me just shortly after her first birthday. A friend of mine from work had Kylie and her brother Max, and a mean boyfriend who didn't like cats and loathed Kylie b/c of her long hair. After an incidence of throwing her against the wall we decided Kylie needed a safe home. I agreed to it temporarily b/c my friend was going to break up with the guy and wanted Kylie out of harm's way (in fear of retalation). So I agreed to foster her, well after 2 weeks and she was totally attached to me and my dog, Shaianne. And my friend made no effort whatsoever to break up with the psycho, (she has since married him and moved out of state) I knew I was keeping her.
So began my love affair with cats. I had never been much of a cat lover until I got my dog Shaianne, and she totally changed me. She made me a better person. And Kylie and I really bonded after my beloved Shaianne died. She would lick my tears away.
Now Kylie is my sleeping buddy, she has to touch me usually when she sleeps. She loves to curl up beside me or at the end of the couch while I am on my computer. When I sit in my recliner rocker watching TV she sits on my lap if I recline it she crawls to my chest and curls her head in the crook of my neck and sleeps.
I love to watch her sleep, it is so effortless and without abandon. I think we could all take sleeping lessons from our cats!!

Kind of like if you are tired, take a nap!!! where ever you are!!!
Kylie is my heart kitty I believe, b/c she is my kitty and has my heart.

[trayi52]

Grover

Grover is a whole different story. I got her April 4, 2003, when my daughter brought her home to me from school. She had rescued her out of a trashcan at the vocational school, the mechanics part. She said she went in and seen her lying in the trashcan and picked her up to see if she was still alive. She was still breathing, she found out the boys had found this tiny little kitten in one of the old cars parked at the school. I don’t know if the mother had been in the process of moving her kittens and the boys found her before she got back to get this tiny little kitten. Anyway, the boys brought her in, and decided to play football with her. One boy there said they were kicking her so hard she was actually flying across the room like a ball. Finally, after they had played with her like that for a time, one of the boys figured she was dead and threw her into the trash.

I guess it was just pure luck that Lindsey happen to come over to the vocational school. She found her and put her in a tissue box, and then put that into another box. When my daughter got her out of the trashcan, her and a friend took her to a bathroom and cleaned her up, washed the blood from her nose and the grease off her body. My daughter had to argue with the teachers to let her bring that little kitten into class with her.

I will never forget when she got out of the truck, she was carrying a box, and I told my husband I wonder what she has now. I kind of figured it was a kitten, because she had wanted to get me one for a good while. I never dreamed she was going to bring such a tiny little kitten home. Little Grover had just got her eyes open, and was just crawling. I knew nothing about raising such a young kitten. I tried to look up some homemade formulas on the Internet, but the articles kept telling me that I would do better to buy the orphaned kittens milk. That is what I raised her on, plus putting the baby food meat into her formula, as she got a little older. She never once go diarrhea, she done so well on what I was feeding her. Of course, I worried all the time that I would lose her. To make Matters worse, I fell one night and broke my foot, and it was really a struggle to go to the kitchen and mix her food. I was not very good on crutches.

That is just a small part of Grover’s story; this is just a short version.

[trayi52]

Stubby
I first laid eyes on Stubby at a flea market in 1997, a few months after my dad died, the weather had done turned cool and I was wearing a jacket at the time. My daughter Lindsey and I were walking by this cage and we heard this awful sound, it was Stubby. As soon as we walked up to where he was, he had started screaming at us, and climbing up the side of the cage. I went over to him and opened the cage door, and just leaped into my lap, and crawled up my coat sleeve. I wanted him right then and there, but my husband said no. My daughter and I both begged and begged him to let us have Stubby. Finally, he gave in and told us if we had the 10 dollars to pay for him, we could get him. We rushed back and got him. He rode in my coat sleeve all the way home. We named him Stubby because he had a stubby tail.

[K & L]

I will make this fairly short since we have so many:

Bailey & Blaze
Were born feral in a neighbors wood-pile. Tamed Bailey at approximately 6 months. Capture Blaze around 3 years of age.

Shadow, Gypsy, Beavis, and Spike
Were born feral in a neighbors shrubbery. Mom cat brought them over when she was weaning them and dropped them in our flower bed.

Parker & Olive
Were dumped in the park at approximately 8 weeks of age along with 4 other siblings. All were tame and the other 4 also got homes.

Gabby
Was tame and dumped in the neighborhood. She woke us up one evening running frantically across our roof. We tried finding owners, but she was never claimed.

LarryJerry
Dumped in the park and much too friendly to leave there.

Porch
Neighborhood stray we adopted.

Barney, Bear, Bentley, Boo, Bo, and Paisley
Were all ferals from the park.

[Fox-Gal]

I too will try to make this as short as I can.

First there is Trouble and Bunny Butt. Paul had just moved in with me and we where talking about the 2 loves of my life, cat wise, Snowpaws a cali and Tigger a R. Blue with no tail. So a month or so later on Feb. 14 he stoped by in the middle of his work day with Rose's an two tiny kittens. They were both calis with no tails, he told me that he went to only get one kitten, Bunny Butt but, he say that when he saw Trouble's face he had to take her too. He wanted to get me a cat that had a little of snowpaws and tigger in then. So I got 2 cali's like snowpaws both with no tails like tigger. They are both wonderfull cat and I love them so much. They do have a "tude" and they will let you know if your are not petting then in just the right way.....with their teeth. They are both so much alike except Troubles will eat anything as Bunny more picky. And I wish they both figure out the water bowl is on the floor and not in the fish tank.
Bunny Butt:


Trouble:

[Fox-Gal]

Well I'll have to do the rest later.....just got a phone call and I have to go now.

[Lerah021399]

After our family Cat died at the age of one after a short life of progressive illness, my sister decided that she was going to go and get another cat. She was living at home at the time and did not ask my dad for permission. Well, she showed up at home w/ a little black ball of fur and my dad couldn't resist. I was 13 at the time and Ali soon became my cat. She would follow me all over the house and sleep in my bed. My sister ended up leaving her with me when she went to college. After a few months at college my sister came back and lived with my mom and took Ali to live with them. Ali only stayed there for a few months since she was scared to death of the dog and then came back to live with my dad, other sister and myself after we had moved to another house. My dad was pretty adimit about not having any pets in our new place, but once he found out that Ali was living under my sister's bed because she was terrified of the dog, he finally gave in. Ali lived with my dad and I for about a year until my sister moved out on her own and then Ali moved again. Ali was moved a couple more times with my sister before she ended back up at my dad's house and then again with my sister and her now husband. I got married not long after my sister and my hubby and I rented an apartment that did not allow pets. We lived there for 1 1/2 years and then bought our own place. Poor Ali was again moved to my dad's house after my sister's husband threatened to get Ali declawed or he was going to take her to the pound. After my hubby and I got settled into our place I went and got Ali and she has been with my hubby and I ever since. It's been 3 1/2 years. Shortly after we brought her to live with us, we found out that she has diabetis, so we have to give her shots every day and feed her special food. Ali has most definately become MY cat again. She comes to me to be fed and if my husband feeds her she waits for me at the top of the stairs to go downstairs and only eats when I'm in the kitchen with her. She holds a very special place in my heart even though she is not a very loveable cat...she loves on her own terms and comes to you when she wants to be pet or lay in your lap. She is my special diabetic kitty and I love her very much.