Hello everyone! My name is Shea. I am 16 and a complete animal lover. In my house right now there are 5 dogs, 8 cats, 5 guinea pigs, 1 gerbil and 1 rat.
Five of the cats are a mom and her litter of four that we are fostering until the babies are old enough. They are all black medium hairs.
Out of the zoo of animals that are living in my house, the ones that I own (and am taking out of the house when I move out) are 1 black and tan miniature dachshund, 3 cats (Molly Moo Cow, Kovu, and Pharah), and the 5 guinea pigs.
Now a little cat history.
When I was oh...6 my aunt's cat had a litter and my brother and I each got one. Mine was an adorable long haired tabby female whom I name Nala. My brother's was a black male named Simba. Well Simba had to be put to sleep and Nala got lost.
Then one Christmas a few years later Santa....Got us two kittens. Again my brother got a black male and he named him Tiger and I got a tortoiseshell female named Tapenga. We had these two for about three years before they both got lost.
Then for about 3-4 years I never owned a cat. Then just last summer for my birthday I got a little female long-haired tortoiseshell kitten that I named Aurora. I vowed to never let her outside, which I didn't let her. But after four weeks of owning her, and her being in the bathroom when I wasn't home, I let her roam the house. At this time she was ten weeks old. Well one day when she was out roaming two of my dogs (both mini doxies) knocked over the fence to the dog room and got out. They wanted to play with the kitten, not knowing how fragile she was. Needless to say. I was devistated coming home to my beloved kitten on the floor.
Just a week later, and I wish I waited longer because I feel like they were replacements, I looked in the newspaper and found someone selling kittens for $10. So as excited as I was I had to go see them. I fell in love with both of them, they were the last two. A little black and white female and a tabby male, both shorthaired. I had to have them both. So I did. Now I still have these guys, and they just turned a year on July 28th. Their names are Molly Moo Cow(who most definately lives up to her name) and Kovu. They are both the most lovey cats ever. Molly, since the litter that the man raised was orphaned, sucks on my fingers whenever she feels uncomfortable or nervous.
Just this last weekend, on saturday, my friend and I found an adorable little kitten. The only way I can describe her is white, with very faint gray stripes, gray ear points, and a racoon tail. Her eyes change colors from yellowy-green to a light blue. She looks to be...8-9 weeks old. She is a sweety and I named her Pharah.
But now Molly and Kovu hate her. They just hiss and growl, and I am afraid they are going to attack her or something. I tried locking her in the bathroom so they can just hear her. But I can't do that to her 24/7, she meows like crazy and strives for attention. I will post this problem somewhere else so everyone can give me advice.
But that is about all about me. My pets are my life and are like my children. I love them all.
Five of the cats are a mom and her litter of four that we are fostering until the babies are old enough. They are all black medium hairs.
Out of the zoo of animals that are living in my house, the ones that I own (and am taking out of the house when I move out) are 1 black and tan miniature dachshund, 3 cats (Molly Moo Cow, Kovu, and Pharah), and the 5 guinea pigs.
Now a little cat history.
When I was oh...6 my aunt's cat had a litter and my brother and I each got one. Mine was an adorable long haired tabby female whom I name Nala. My brother's was a black male named Simba. Well Simba had to be put to sleep and Nala got lost.
Then one Christmas a few years later Santa....Got us two kittens. Again my brother got a black male and he named him Tiger and I got a tortoiseshell female named Tapenga. We had these two for about three years before they both got lost.
Then for about 3-4 years I never owned a cat. Then just last summer for my birthday I got a little female long-haired tortoiseshell kitten that I named Aurora. I vowed to never let her outside, which I didn't let her. But after four weeks of owning her, and her being in the bathroom when I wasn't home, I let her roam the house. At this time she was ten weeks old. Well one day when she was out roaming two of my dogs (both mini doxies) knocked over the fence to the dog room and got out. They wanted to play with the kitten, not knowing how fragile she was. Needless to say. I was devistated coming home to my beloved kitten on the floor.
Just a week later, and I wish I waited longer because I feel like they were replacements, I looked in the newspaper and found someone selling kittens for $10. So as excited as I was I had to go see them. I fell in love with both of them, they were the last two. A little black and white female and a tabby male, both shorthaired. I had to have them both. So I did. Now I still have these guys, and they just turned a year on July 28th. Their names are Molly Moo Cow(who most definately lives up to her name) and Kovu. They are both the most lovey cats ever. Molly, since the litter that the man raised was orphaned, sucks on my fingers whenever she feels uncomfortable or nervous.
Just this last weekend, on saturday, my friend and I found an adorable little kitten. The only way I can describe her is white, with very faint gray stripes, gray ear points, and a racoon tail. Her eyes change colors from yellowy-green to a light blue. She looks to be...8-9 weeks old. She is a sweety and I named her Pharah.
But now Molly and Kovu hate her. They just hiss and growl, and I am afraid they are going to attack her or something. I tried locking her in the bathroom so they can just hear her. But I can't do that to her 24/7, she meows like crazy and strives for attention. I will post this problem somewhere else so everyone can give me advice.
But that is about all about me. My pets are my life and are like my children. I love them all.
