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Hi, I'm new here and thought I'd introduce my 3 old cats. they do have to put up with a big dog,Husky X Australian Shepherd X Alaska malamute mix , but they're the boss.
I do have pics of them.
Simba, 13yr, is an orange tabby male. He was bony and starving when I found him in the woods in '97. He is the most clumsy cat I've met. He's always falling out of a window sill or sliding sideways on the wood floor. He also likes to TRY to hunt through the T.V. or through glass. needless to say this doesn't work out to well. for the last year he has been an indoor only cat, so I could control his weight. he was 20lbs, now 11lbs. he loves to lay on his back and have his tummy rubbed. he'll lick the air if I scratch him between his shoulder blades.Most of his molars have been removed due to rotten teeth. I think another is going rotten his breathe stinks, but he wouldn't let me look.
Katie, 15yr, is an Egyptian Mau x Siamese. I found her in '95. She had many parasites; one of which prevented her from eating. She's very smart, graceful, and loyal cat. When she was little, if she did something not graceful she would stop what she was doing and repeat the ungraceful act until it was done gracefully.
Tiger, 20yr this last Nov, is a tortoiseshell. I found her in 1988 in our firewood pile that was covered in snow. She was the only surviving member of her litter. She's the runt. She had 1/2 an eye open. she was the size of the palm of my hand. I bottle fed and bathed Tiger when she was a kitten. I've had to start giving her baths again, but with a warm damp cloth.She now drools when she purrs, so I keep a rag around. she's usually a sweat cat, but cats get cranky when they age (just like people). when she's not sleeping she acts like a 6 month old kitten. I know she's a cat, but she like a daughter to me.
Suzy died last spring at the ripe old age of 17 years. I was with her when she died from multiple seizure that also took her sight. RIP Suzy. Her nick name was purr brain because she she was always purring even when she was on deaths doorstep. When she was 2 yrs, I noticed her falling out of a tree over and over again for 3 months. Then one day she came to the door and knocked. She had a hummingbird in her mouth. after she showed her prize, she took it to eat. She must of decided humming birds weren't worth it. that was the 1st and last humming bird she hunted.
I do have pics of them.
Simba, 13yr, is an orange tabby male. He was bony and starving when I found him in the woods in '97. He is the most clumsy cat I've met. He's always falling out of a window sill or sliding sideways on the wood floor. He also likes to TRY to hunt through the T.V. or through glass. needless to say this doesn't work out to well. for the last year he has been an indoor only cat, so I could control his weight. he was 20lbs, now 11lbs. he loves to lay on his back and have his tummy rubbed. he'll lick the air if I scratch him between his shoulder blades.Most of his molars have been removed due to rotten teeth. I think another is going rotten his breathe stinks, but he wouldn't let me look.
Katie, 15yr, is an Egyptian Mau x Siamese. I found her in '95. She had many parasites; one of which prevented her from eating. She's very smart, graceful, and loyal cat. When she was little, if she did something not graceful she would stop what she was doing and repeat the ungraceful act until it was done gracefully.
Tiger, 20yr this last Nov, is a tortoiseshell. I found her in 1988 in our firewood pile that was covered in snow. She was the only surviving member of her litter. She's the runt. She had 1/2 an eye open. she was the size of the palm of my hand. I bottle fed and bathed Tiger when she was a kitten. I've had to start giving her baths again, but with a warm damp cloth.She now drools when she purrs, so I keep a rag around. she's usually a sweat cat, but cats get cranky when they age (just like people). when she's not sleeping she acts like a 6 month old kitten. I know she's a cat, but she like a daughter to me.
Suzy died last spring at the ripe old age of 17 years. I was with her when she died from multiple seizure that also took her sight. RIP Suzy. Her nick name was purr brain because she she was always purring even when she was on deaths doorstep. When she was 2 yrs, I noticed her falling out of a tree over and over again for 3 months. Then one day she came to the door and knocked. She had a hummingbird in her mouth. after she showed her prize, she took it to eat. She must of decided humming birds weren't worth it. that was the 1st and last humming bird she hunted.
Heh heh... Simba looks like our Bumperus Maximus. He is large and uses his weight to his advantage. When he climbs on us he always manages to find sensitive spots to put his paws.
You sound like you've got a great handful there! We've been contemplating throwing a Great Dane into the mix and seeing what happens. I'm laying bets on the cats, while Mrs_Savas has placed bets on the great Dane. :-)
You sound like you've got a great handful there! We've been contemplating throwing a Great Dane into the mix and seeing what happens. I'm laying bets on the cats, while Mrs_Savas has placed bets on the great Dane. :-)
sorry about Willow. here's some more off the wall stories about Simba that should cheer u up.
I thought cats were supposed to be graceful until I meet Simba. He has only caught 1 mouse his entire life.... by accident. 4 or 5 years ago, he was in the garage up in the rafters I turn on the light to get something which spooked Simba. He jumped straight up and missed the rafter (and luckily my car's bummer by inches) on the way down. He landed on a mouse then he grabbed it and ran into my house to my bedroom. needless to say I was freaking out about a live mouse in my house. I closed my bedroom door and was about to open the sliding door when Simba let the mouse go and started chasing it for a minute. Simba caught it (by now I found a baseball bat) and in less then a blink of an eye, he ate it.
when Simba was a loud to go out, he would 'try' to hunt but aways seemed to mess up his approach. he would do ok with stalking his prey, but when he should of pounced he'd moew. naturally his prey would get away and Simba would have a confused 'what did I do wrong' look on his face. it's kinda of funny and sad. when Simba looks out the window or watches the TV or I pick him up he chirps.
I thought cats were supposed to be graceful until I meet Simba. He has only caught 1 mouse his entire life.... by accident. 4 or 5 years ago, he was in the garage up in the rafters I turn on the light to get something which spooked Simba. He jumped straight up and missed the rafter (and luckily my car's bummer by inches) on the way down. He landed on a mouse then he grabbed it and ran into my house to my bedroom. needless to say I was freaking out about a live mouse in my house. I closed my bedroom door and was about to open the sliding door when Simba let the mouse go and started chasing it for a minute. Simba caught it (by now I found a baseball bat) and in less then a blink of an eye, he ate it.
when Simba was a loud to go out, he would 'try' to hunt but aways seemed to mess up his approach. he would do ok with stalking his prey, but when he should of pounced he'd moew. naturally his prey would get away and Simba would have a confused 'what did I do wrong' look on his face. it's kinda of funny and sad. when Simba looks out the window or watches the TV or I pick him up he chirps.
Aw, how awesome that you saved all those kitties! What a wonderful story, thanks so much for sharing with us!
Your Simba sounds a bit like my cat, Sakura. She's clumsy too. I have to laugh. I always thought cats were supposed to be graceful!
We rescued a dog and cat from the pound. Both were getting ready to be put to sleep, Misha, my cat because they thought she was pregnant, which she wasn't, and Willow, my dog, because he had been in a dog fight even though it hadn't been his fault. He was attacked by a bigger dog. My Willow died last month, but lived a long, happy life. Misha, my cat, is one of the best cats I've ever had.
If I had the money, I'd have a ranch somewhere and take in all the neglected, homeless animals I could find. :-)
Your Simba sounds a bit like my cat, Sakura. She's clumsy too. I have to laugh. I always thought cats were supposed to be graceful!
We rescued a dog and cat from the pound. Both were getting ready to be put to sleep, Misha, my cat because they thought she was pregnant, which she wasn't, and Willow, my dog, because he had been in a dog fight even though it hadn't been his fault. He was attacked by a bigger dog. My Willow died last month, but lived a long, happy life. Misha, my cat, is one of the best cats I've ever had.
If I had the money, I'd have a ranch somewhere and take in all the neglected, homeless animals I could find. :-)
Thank you for the stories about you kitties; brought a smile to my face after a long, tiring work week.
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