Tell Me About Your Cat(s)...

[Vermontcat]

My cat Samantha is 14 1/2. I got her right after college when I had my first place by myself.
Since I got her I have gotten married, moved twice, had 3 kids and more recently added a parakeet to the family.
She loves to be the only cat and loves to sleep a lot. She is a very important part of my family.
She is also Tubby's girlfriend here on Pet Talk!

[Felicia's Mom]

Felicia: She is a torbie or patched tabby. I got her in Aug 1989 and the vet said she was 6 weeks old. I think she would be happy if she was my only cat.


Beau: He is a sable Burmese and the first purebred I have ever had. His birthday is March 15, 1992.

[Barbara]

Originally posted by Edwina's Secretary

(BTW she asked me not to discuss the fact she weighs 12 lbs. and she wants to know WHEN Tigris started two-timing on her with Maya from Canada!?!?!) [/B]

I am afraid it was around valentine. He had been turned down so often by Edwina but he's not made of wood. And though I know for sure that he starts a very soft purring whenver he sees her on the screen he is too much of a gentleman to bother her in her seclusion.

[Cataholic]

I love getting to 're-know' everyone's cats! It is like falling for them the first time again. What wonderful stories, and truly remarkable people who have put aside personal adversity to cats (Soledad), undergone physical suffering (Ms. Edwina), great expense (Miss Meow), and opened their homes to alot of kitties no one 'wanted' (lots of us), all to have been the better for it. We got the better end of the deal by a long shot.

My six, in their adoptive order:



Tex:
Is soon to be 12, and the alpha cat by far. He came from a shelter in Massachusetts, and from the first day, has brought me laughter. He has recently been dx with hyperthyroidism, but, has made some remarkable change with medication. He is a very playful boy, loves the yowl in the night, shares my dinner nightly, and will eat almost anything I eat, and is very interested in Ms. Ritzy girl. This is one of my favorite pictures of Tex- enjoying a hot summer day in Cincinnati. We go outside on supervised excursions, He NEVER wanders, and loves to watch me garden.

Next up is Georgia:



Georgia was dropped off at my former vet's office, caught in running in a field. She was not even 3 pounds! She had/developed a hernia, and it was kind of scary to do the repair cause of her size. And, we had her spayed, then, too, because of the risks associated with going under twice! She recovered better than fine. In fact, it didn't even slow her down a mite. She was to be Tex's playmate, and those two took to eat other like white on rice. Georgia is the ONLY kitty that can eat from Tex's bowl at the same time. Strangely, she is the only one he 'stalks'. Georgia is a little skitterish. She is now about 6 yrs old, and still prefers to be friendly only when you are laying down. But, she is friendly. Her tail always forms a question mark as she waltzs around. She likes to play mainly by herself, and she stays to herself somewhat. This is her fave sleeping place in the world! Georgia (or Georgie-peorgie) doesn't really meow. She has this funny half meow, like "hey, pets, please, pets". She hates to be held, but I do it anyhow!!

Next is Tennessee:


This is not the most flattering picture of Tenny. But, it totally represents his laid back attitude. He is absolutely nothing but 100% love. He purrs if I LOOK at him. He was rescued from my mom's (Lillycat) school yard, kids were picking on him. He is now 6. When mom found him, he fit under her chin. He also fit in a tissue box! He now tips the scales at 16+. He was starved when we found him, and would lay down at the bowl to eat, and eat, and eat. He also had a nasty huge abcess on his back . Today, though, he is one big, beautiful love bug. He must be in the bed at bedtime, sometimes under the covers, but he gets so hot. He has a really babyish cry, loves his brudda Dakky, and has big feelings for Jen Luckenbach. Tenny's paws could stop a freight train, too! When he drinks water or plays with it, his paws absorb as much water as two jumbo cottonballs! (So, watch out when they flick it).

Next came Alabama and Dakota. :

ALLIE:



BRATTYIST cat I have ever known. Allsters and Dakky were from a litter of a stray my friend picked up. These two have been, literally, hand raised, and it shows. They turn 3 this August. Allie is into everything, doesn't no a stranger, loves dogs, and life in general. She is the funniest/comical, strangest, destructive, active cat I have ever known. (If anyone is wondering, I love her more than life itself, she is just BAD). She jumps on me everyday after I shower, and rests on my head, with her paws on my shoulders, and we get ready. She plays with these things I call 'mousies' and carries them in her mouth. The funny part is the toy is nearly bigger than her head, and she still meows with it in her mouth. It is sooo muffled and funny, that I always know when she is playing with it. She is a bit of a loner as to the other cats, and while her and Dakky were inseparable for a long time, she prefers to sleep alone.

DAKKY (on the Right)



Dakky is a junior Tenny. Looks, temperment, whinyness, weight, etc. He tips the scales at 14+, and still thinks he is a little kitten. He and Tenny are inseparable, and play fight every morning. Dakky loves to kiss at bedtime, and will sleep in my arms like a baby. He doesn't 'walk' across the bed, but for some reason hops like a bunny. This usually upsets the delicately balanced apple cart, sending all cats flying off the bed. He, of course, is very happy to have me to himself. (I think he hops because my bed is sooooo poofy that he can't walk without falling). He whines every single morning, while laying on the kitchen table with his head hanging over the edge. I let him lick the foam off of my protein shake just to get him to hush! He is the only kitty that still growls at strange noises (my other ones seemed to grow out of it), and the only kitty that stalks Minnie. .

Minnesota:




Minnie is my semi-feral rescue. I have had her since July, and I would guess she will be 2 this spring. What can I say about Minnie? We are making progress. She lived in the basement from July to November. I couldn't really say why she changed locations in November, other than maybe the basement was getting too cold. She relocated to under my bed. This worked not to well, cause I lost my ability to close her off from the other cats, so, we moved her into the other room, where she is now. I can pet Minnie now, while she is in the closet (her hidey hole), and she is very agreeable to the pets. She purrs and drools, and moves into my hand, so, I know she is liking it. She has shown her face outside the closet several times, but, will hide again immediately. We hope to progress more, get her out of the closet, but, for now, Minnie has a safe, healthy, loving (even if she doesn't want it) enviroment to call her forever home. Despite her semi-feral status, Minnie has NEVER attempted to bite me.

[marysmerrycats]

ok I will describe my cats in the order I got them...

Muffin will be 3 years old the second week of April, she's a calico tortie, lives with her grandma and with Callie, they get along very well.
Muffin likes to hide behind the shower curtain and then meows for you to "look" for her, or to play with her, which means she wants you to slightly move the curtain so she can "attack " your hand. she also likes it when you wave ribbon behind the curtain, and then pull it back out!

Cookie was my orange tabby girl, that only lived to be 13 months old. she would wait for me to walk by then she would run, and want me to chase her! she loved to play!
she was just 10 weeks old when I brought her home to be Muffins little sister, and after a few days, they were best friends.



Emma & Louise (littermates) were at first going to be foster kitties, but I couldn't give them up so I adopted them! they are grey tabbies, but Louise seems to also have some abbysinnian in her. I got them when they were 7 months old,
( now 1 1/2 year old) and they were both so frightened of people, I think they were abused at some point in their lives. they have changed alot since living with me, Louise is still somewhat standoffish but is so different than she was, and Emma is the most lovable cat!

Charlie is now 10 months old, he's black and white, like a tuxedo cat. he's a long haired cat, the only one I have. I got him from the hermitage no-kill shelter, first saw him when he was up for adoption at petco, walked in and right by the door there he was, so cute, and so quiet! he was with another kitty, that had the cat crazies! he was running and jumping all around in their big cage. I asked to hold Charlie who was then named Gideon, and as soon as I held the little darling, I knew I would take him home. so I signed all the papers, and the next week I went to pick him up( after they did the home check) he is silly, when it is time for canned food, he literally jumps from place to place, so excited! I think if I had a hoop he would jump thru it!

Patches is just a week or 2 younger than Charlie, I saw him when I went to pick up Charlie, and I brought them both home, they are not littermates, but they act like they are. they got very close, being kept together but away from the older cats, for a couple weeks. Patches is black and white, with more white than Charlie.
he had an eye disease that turned out to be feline herpes, and it took months to get him over that, but he is the sweetest, funniest cat, and I am so glad I adopted him!

Callie is about 3 1/2 years old, I got her from the humane society, she is declawed, which was done before I got her! she did not like the other cats in the house and spent most of her time hiding under the bed, but now she lives with just one other cat, Muffin, and they get along great. they play and run around the house together. Callie is a siamese mix, and when I pet her she meows, talks to me! I don't know wht she is saying, but she is a very playful cat, she loves her toy mice!

Cassie is about 1 1/2 year old, she is black and tan, kind of speckled, and needs alot of love. she is very mischievious, but so lovable that I don't mind. I first saw her at the humane society when I went to pick up Callie, I walked by Cassie's cage, and she reached out to me, I held her, and that was it, I had to adopt her!

[tuxluvr]

Ritzy, in my signature, (and Tex, you'll need that hose to cool you and Ritz down...hubba hubba)...

Ritz is almost 3 years old. We adopted her froma coworker of mine who had been bugging me to adopt one of their kittens and I said "only if it's a black and white tuxedo"....at this time, the momma cat had not had her kittens yet. At the time I was not ready (or so I thought) to take in a cat...but it was actually my husband who convinced me that we needed a little furry friend.

My friend at work had kind of given up on me, but then sent me a picture of Ritz as a kitten....well, who could resist that cutie pie face!

This is the 'baby picture' provided to me by the original mom&dad cat after Ritz was about a year old....she's the little black blob in the sea of pastel fur! Making a fashion statement already!
The last picture from the right in this collage is the one that melted my heart....that little kitten face...the rest of the pictures are good representations of the "many moods of Ritz"...my favorite is the "show me the tummy", which she demonstrates to get attention (and wins)


She was also COTD on May 8, 2001...when she was a petulant little teenager.....a real "tude" on that face!

She's a spoiled cat....and I'm guilty as charged!