Yep, as you've probably gathered, I'm from Las Vegas, Nevada. My little boy was born and raised here as well, and goes by the name of Buster. We're pretty sure he's a black american shorthair, but it's hard to tell if he's pure because he was a little street kitty. I found him next to a Dairy Queen on the sidewalk after his mama had been (purposely) killed, and he wasn't even off of milk yet. His legs were all wobbly and his head was too big for his body and he couldn't even really see yet. It was love.
Unfortunately, in the beginning, it looked extremely unlikely that I could keep my little love bundle. I was heartbroken. I was going to look for a home for him the next day, and since he was so tiny and young, I had to take him with me everywhere to keep an eye on him. I ended up bringing him to my boyfriend's place, and he just lifted him up out of the cardboard box, looked at his skinny little self, and said, "He's staying here."
He was handraised by my boyfriend and I, and is an incredibly funny cat. He has endless amounts of energy and curiosity, and turns 1 year in a few months. He recently hit his "rebellious teen years", as I call them.
He used to be incredibly affectionate- to the point where he would force you to cuddle or pet him. Now he's just "too cool" for cuddles, but will "allow you" to pet him, on his terms.
He's not stuck up at all, however. He's more like a little puppy. He's a pretty big boy- around ten pounds. And a chubster because my boyfriend got lazy the past few months and just let him eat all the time. I recently got him back on a meal schedule, so he should be getting back to his lean self in awhile. He's playful all of the time, and LOVES people and other animals. He is in no way shy, and has never attacked anything in his life. (Besides playful attacking, of course.) He's very mellow and sweet, and will come lick your fingers when you're sad. He won't eat treats out of your hand because he's afraid he will bite you.
He's just a squishy ball of love who just recently decided he wanted to try and be "tough" now that he's gotten so big. If only he would stop knocking over the trash.
He's my baby, and I spoil him as much as I can. My boyfriend and I have very little money, so it's been a little hard supplying for him.. But I work hard and save up so I can buy him tons of little toys and dental care stuff and premium food. And then I worry about him like only a mom can.
He's just started harness training, and he currently loves flopping down and acting like a dead fish, or army crawling around the room. He's a funny little thing who follows me around, and when he isn't following me around, he's staring at me around the room.
Despite his feral history, he has no interest in going outside. He loves going out when we are with him, or when we are carrying him with us everywhere (like we used to do when he was very very little and needed constant attention.) If we aren't he is extremely frightened of the outdoors and makes no effort to go outside. Sorry for the very verbose intro, but he's my baby. I raised him from that little wobbly legged creature he once was. He and my boyfriend are my men, and my world. I love them to pieces.
P.S. My boyfriend and I are trying to save up for a place together, and we hope to get it within the next year. Along with that... I hope to get a beautiful ragdoll kitten around the same time.
If I can talk him into it. Haha. Wish me luck.
EDIT: I also will try to load up some pictures of my little chubster sooner or later. Hahaha.
He was handraised by my boyfriend and I, and is an incredibly funny cat. He has endless amounts of energy and curiosity, and turns 1 year in a few months. He recently hit his "rebellious teen years", as I call them.
He's my baby, and I spoil him as much as I can. My boyfriend and I have very little money, so it's been a little hard supplying for him.. But I work hard and save up so I can buy him tons of little toys and dental care stuff and premium food. And then I worry about him like only a mom can.
Despite his feral history, he has no interest in going outside. He loves going out when we are with him, or when we are carrying him with us everywhere (like we used to do when he was very very little and needed constant attention.) If we aren't he is extremely frightened of the outdoors and makes no effort to go outside. Sorry for the very verbose intro, but he's my baby. I raised him from that little wobbly legged creature he once was. He and my boyfriend are my men, and my world. I love them to pieces.
P.S. My boyfriend and I are trying to save up for a place together, and we hope to get it within the next year. Along with that... I hope to get a beautiful ragdoll kitten around the same time.
EDIT: I also will try to load up some pictures of my little chubster sooner or later. Hahaha.
