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Humor aside, may end up getting another, but outside for mice and such.
floridaorange wroteThat kitten is seriously cute (so is the other one). Congrats!…
I've had at least one cat my entire life. The house would be empty without one.
Currently have a mixed breed that I adopted from the local shelter when she was 2 years old; she's now 12.
erickonphoenix wrote21, huh? That’s pretty old. My oldest was 14. Hope my current one lives a long and healthy life. I’ll settle for 21.We have three, the kitten is two years, the middle is 7 and the oldest is uh em, 21 and showing no signs of leaving anytime soon.
She is our third and all were rescues. She had been hit by a car and which resulted in one of her back legs (can't remember which one) being broken. Vet is a family member and saved the leg with surgery and pins.
We adopted her shortly after her surgery after family introduced her to us. We've had her about 7 or 8 years now.
Typical of her just to flop down anywhere and take a snooze
We have a warrior princess now. She's a Blue Russian.
Esteban wroteThe vet is astounded, her numbers all look great for her age, she just has arthritis in her hips (but don't we all). I think she's got feline dementia since sometimes she'll just sit and stare at the floor or a wall for hours, but she's not acting mewing, disoriented or lost. Vet says those are the signs.21, huh? That’s pretty old. My oldest was 14. Hope my current one lives a long and healthy life. I’ll settle for 21.
This was when the 7 yo marmalade took the 21 yo tortoise shells spot on the couch. Not a happy cat.
SpeedBuggy wroteWe had one years back that looked a lot like Abigail (cute cat, btw). His name was Nemo. Similarly, he was hit by a car too. I took him to the vet once and he got out of his carrier before we went in to the examining room and he got out the front door and ran in to the parking lot. He was very scared and wouldn't come to me. I made a leap and got him by the tail. He turned and let me have it so bad I had to go to the hospital because of infection. My hands went so numb when I was holding on to him that I let go and he ran across the street and got hit by a car. A vet employee went across the street and caught him wearing special protective gloves. Nemo had a broken leg which was cast and his tail was amputated because I had severed the nerves in it. Poor kitty. He lived with us many years after that. Forget how old he was when died. He was very sweet.Abigail, she's a diluted calico.
She is our third and all were rescues. She had been hit by a car and which resulted in one of her back legs (can't remember which one) being broken. Vet is a family member and saved the leg with surgery and pins.
We adopted her shortly after her surgery after family introduced her to us. We've had her about 7 or 8 years now.
Typical of her just to flop down anywhere and take a snooze
Wifes fav animal besides horses are cats, and her Mom passed a bit over a year ago, so this is really lifting her spirits. Our other cat was a rescue - found outside behind a vets office in St Pete, this kitten lived at a home with 15 cats - she shes kind of a rescue to the extent that she needed a good home. Both were free.
Pauly Wauly wroteI saw this breed on youtube, striking appearance!Shadow was our first cat. She was a Birman Siamese mix and the smartest cat I have ever seen. She lived to 18 years old (1994-2012)
We have a warrior princess now. She's a Blue Russian.
So in that leapord print - wow!
Oldest was found in the woods near campus by my oldest daughter while away at college. She tried to keep it in her dorm (against the rules) but that didn't last long (she is now married with a house and a big yard, with two large dogs and three cats of her own).
The younger two were adopted together at a rescue/adoption event.
We got our first cat approximately 35 years ago and have had at least one dog or one cat (and at times both) ever since.
erickonphoenix wroteWe call this 'The Blair Witch Syndrome.'...sometimes she'll just sit and stare at the floor or a wall for hours...
My mother became fairly fond of cats in general, but she always loved my cats.
From top to bottom. Aslan and Abby, Aslan and Lucy, Lucy loved my dad and within two minutes of him sitting she was in his lap, Lucy climbed the ladder, Dashy as a kitten, Lucy and Dashy. Lucy loves to groom Dashy, but she has ulterior motives. She always ends up attacking him and forcing him to move so she can take his spot.
Dashy was my first kitten and he just about drove me crazy in his first 18 months. He still makes me crazy a lot, but I love him too much now to care.
So over the past 25+ years, I've become a cat person. And no longer have a dog.
The tough part of having a cat is losing them.
