Pam, I can't believe it!!!
This is exactly what happened to my mom!!! She had been getting a cat magazine and after reading about them extensively, she mentioned to my brother that a Ragdoll would be nice to have around. When my dad mentioned getting a cat for her, my brother told him that she wanted a Ragdoll. A breeder was found and the cutest little kitty you've ever seen was brought home. He has since turned into a holy terror, and the only ones that can touch him are my mom and dad. She never really came up with a name for him, so he has gone under a few - Cranker, Morphey or Morphidite and Poopers. Cranker because of his cranky disposition. Morphey and Morphidite because of he is the complete opposite of what our research told us a Ragdoll should be, and Poopers because when he was just a little kitty, he would only poop in the tub instead of the litter box. He absolutely hated it when my niece and nephews would come over, but he wouldn't go and hide. He would sit tight and protect his territory which included biting, clawing and hissing at them. He's a great cat when just my mom and dad are around, and the rest of us have learned to avoid him. He's such a pretty kitty that you want to reach out and pet him, but he lets you know in no uncertain terms that this is not a wise decision. My mom and dad spoil him to no end so he lives a good life, but my choice would be the one at the pound that doesn't get adopted by anybody else. The one that's maybe a little too old, or a little too skittish. My only requirement is that they use the litter box religiously.
Tubby
Spring 1986 - Dec. 11, 2004
RIP Big Boy
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Peanut
Fall 1988 - Jan. 24, 2007
RIP Snotty Girl
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Robin
Fall 1997 - Oct. 6, 2012
RIP Sweet Monkeyhead Girl
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