Oh hell..why not? I'm tired of repeating myself over and over in the so-called arguments about President Bush, Iraq, and Illegal immigration. No ones minds ever get changed, I get tired of typing and reading the same old shoutfests....maybe I should just keep them as templates and post those over and over....
So let's take a moment and get away from all of that. Let's have another animal/pets topic. We haven't done one of those in awhile.
As some of you may recall, about a year ago, I adopted a stray cat. Later on, on March 3rd of this year, she had a litter of 5 kittens, and I kept all of you updated on them regularly.
So this is where things stand now. 3 of the kittens have long since been given away to new homes. And about a month ago, someone adopted the mother/stray cat that I adopted. So Jen and I kept two of the kittens. Other than occasionally letting them hang out on our enclosed patio/balcony, both of these cats are strictly indoor.
So here's one of them. This is Bean.
She is a female. She has been spayed and has had all of her shots. I took her into the vet last Wednesday for a checkup. She weighs in at 6 1/2 pounds. She has been classified as a "domestic longhair", even though to me, she's just a mutt alley cat. Poor Bean has already had more than her share of accidents. About a month ago, she had her tail caught in my sliding glass door. I was closing it, and at the last second, she backed into it and I accidentally took off about a quarter inch of the tip of her tail. I immediately called the vet/animal emergency hotline. In following their instructions, I checked for bleeding (none that I could see) and her gums to see if she was in shock (surpisingly, she wasn't). The next morning, I took her to the vet anyway to have her looked over. They did make her stay overnight, and they examined the tail and put in a couple of sutures. The tip of her tail was bandaged for two weeks while I had to give her a dose of antibiotics every day. Then, when she went in for her check up, they gave her a clean bill of health. It cost me well over $200. Now whether or not this procedure was necessary or not, I don't know. In all probablity, the wound would've most likely healed on its own. But I felt guilty and just wanted to make sure.
Anyway, Bean has a talent for getting in the way while I'm walking. I've learned that when I'm walking at night (such as to the bathroom or the kitchen) and the lights are off, to tiptoe. She's been kicked a few times, and has tripped me. One time, I took a dive and landed on my ass. It was either that, or step right on her back, which probably would've killed her. And the other day, she ran towards me, and plowed headfirst right into my leg. She was a little stunned, and ran off under the bed. I was again concerned about her, thinking she may have gotten hurt again. She hit pretty hard. It hurt ME! I now have a small bruise on my leg where she ran into it. But she came out, and is now fine. Of course now, when she sees me or Jen coming, she gets out of the way.
Not surprisingly, Bean is a little shy. But even before her mishaps, she was never one to be all that open to being held or petted. Whenever you pick her up, she immediately starts squirming and meowing to be put back down. Most of the time, if you go pet her when she's laying on the floor, she'll get up, take a few steps, and lay down a few feet away.
Whenever I go out onto the balcony to have a smoke, I always close the glass door behind me. Sometimes, I'll sit in my little lawn chair. I'll look at the door, and Bean will be standing right there. She'll stand up on her hind legs just like a squirrel, and run her front paws up and down the door over and over, like she's digging. Either that, or she's part Mime. One day, I'll take some video of that. It's comical to see that. But she only does that when I'm out there.
But occasionally, usually late at night or early in the morning, she gets into her "lovable" mood. She'll jump in mine or Jens lap, curl up, and start purring. She'll circle around you, rub her cheeks on you, arch her back up, and head-butt your hand to pet her. So sometimes she's super lovable and friendly. And other times, she just wants to be left alone. Her mood swings quite a bit. So there's no question that she's a female.
Despite sometimes being a bit aloof, Bean is still a kitten at heart and very playful. Jen and I have bought several toys for them, ranging from catnip filled balls to stuffed mice, to a ceiling high scratching post with different shelves on it. Whenever Jen or I stand next to it, or throw one of the toys, or dangle one in front of them, they go nuts and will play and run and jump and climb as long as you keep going.
And this is Turbo. He is a male. Hard to believe, but was the runt of the litter. he now weighs 10 pounds. This picture is about a month old.
Pretty big for a 5 month old cat. He's been classified as a "domestic shorthair/gray tabby", even though he's from the same litter as Bean (they are brother and sister).
Turbo, unlike Bean, is a lovable cat 100% of the time. He'll let you pet him and hold him as long as you'd like. Unlike most cats, he loves belly rubs. If he's laying down and you are petting him, he'll roll over onto his side or back and let you rub and rub his belly. He'll close his eyes and start purring. And as the pictures show, when he sleeps, he sleeps like he doesn't have a care in the world. And every night right after we go to bed, he always jumps in and sleeps right next to one of our heads on a pillow. He is also very playful, just like Bean. He gets a little carried away sometimes and hasn't fully learned to control his teeth and claws yet. So he tends to get a lot more discipline than Bean. Whenever I'm working on the computer, he always jumps in my lap, curls up, and goes to sleep, of course with his engine running.
Turbo also thinks he's a watch dog. Anytime he hears someone outside, or whenever someone knocks at the door, he immediately arches up, grits his teeth and starts growling, just like a dog! So when I have to work late nights, I take great comfort in knowing that Jen is being protected by Turbo, our vicious attack/watch cat.
Turbo is also a moocher, if not a pig. Everytime Jen and I sit down for dinner, he is always there looking at us with that "Well?!" look. If we don't give him something, he will jump up on the table and help himself to whatever he likes on our plate. It doesn't matter how many times you push him off, yell at him, or what have you, he demands something. So far, in addition to the kibble I feed him, he also likes pizza, steak, chicken, ham, eggs, bacon, Taco Bell, strawberry toaster strudels, Cheerios, Cookie Crisp, green beans, and iceberg lettuce.
Speaking of the pizza, I found this out the hard way. One time, when Jen was away for the weekend, I made for dinner, a Red Baron brand Deluxe pizza. I ate about half of it, and left the other half on the counter, thinking I would eat it the next morning for breakfast. I got up the next morning and there, on the counter was: a half-circle of baked pizza crust, where not 12 hours earlier, half a deluxe pizza stood. The cheese, the sauce, the pepperoni, the sausage, the onions, the bell peppers, the olives......EVERYTHING. He ate the whole thing except the crust.
Every night before I go to bed, I drink a glass of milk. As soon as I have it, Turbo is right there in my lap demanding some. He'll stick his paw out, push his paw against my arm, whatever it takes to make sure he gets his milk. That cat sure loves milk. I'll let him have some. And he doesn't just sip it, you can hear him "gulp-gulp-gulp". Bean also likes milk, but not like he does. She'll take a few slurps, and she's done. I've heard several people advise me against giving cats milk, but they seem to love it-especially Turbo. And it's had no effect-that I can see on their health or litterbox habits (both of them were trained by the time they were just 8 weeks old).
And yes, I had him neutered. And of course, he's had all of his shots as well. He was growing so fast that I had him snipped when he was just 3 months old. But it worked. He's still growing, and has not sprayed anything nor has he exhibited any desire to go roaming. He's a peace-loving housecat.