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We've had feline family members for many years now. Our oldest, Meow, is nearly 14. He's still quite spry for his age and loves to play. He's a beautiful short haired red tabby. He also has quite a lot of "catitude" and is very secure in his Alpha status. He's friendly, but very much on his terms. He also insists that we pet him while he eats. It's the strangest thing I've ever seen, most I've known prefer not to be touched while eating. But Meow has always been one to march to his own drummer.
Midnight is a very sweet 7 1/2 year old short haired black female. She's friendly with us but very timid and is easily spooked. It could have something to do with her feral beginnings. She and her littermate Bailey were abandoned by their feral mom and handraised by the rescue group we adopted them from. She's very attached to my husband and loves to sleep snuggled right up to him. She likes to sit up on the back of the sofa to rub and nuzzle the top of our heads.
Bailey was the sweet furry soul we lost about 3 weeks ago. Sometimes it still feels like we're all in shock, her health failed so quickly. The vet suspects it could have been heart failure but she went downhill so fast and the vet didn't believe she could survive long enough for those tests (we'd ruled out everything else) so I had her PTS because I couldn't bear to see her suffering like she was. It tore out my heart when the vet said that Bailey would not be able to survive this so I wanted to do what was best for her, even though I'd miss her so much. She was my little shadow and followed me everywhere throughout the house. The house still seems empty without her, and so does my heart.
Last week we went to our local animal shelter to drop off some food they had on their wish list. We stopped by and looked, wouldn't you know it there were two kittens we couldn't walk away from.
We decided to meet each one separately in one of the visiting rooms to see if one might choose us. Well, they both did. Big surprise, I know.
They've been having a grand time in our large upstairs bathroom. Penny (short for Penelope) is a 5 month old torbie & white short haired female. Fae is a 4 month old medium haired grey female with lovely yellow-green eyes. They're both very sweet and affectionate. Meow's been curious about what's behind the bathroom door but otherwise has the same "Oh, another cat? Ok, whatever" attitude that he had when Midnight & Bailey joined us. Midnight is somewhat put out at the situation, she's hissed at the door and has been hiding more than she usually does. But it's only been about 4 days so we'll remain optimistic that she'll adjust.
I'm looking forward to learning more and enjoying my time here.
We've had feline family members for many years now. Our oldest, Meow, is nearly 14. He's still quite spry for his age and loves to play. He's a beautiful short haired red tabby. He also has quite a lot of "catitude" and is very secure in his Alpha status. He's friendly, but very much on his terms. He also insists that we pet him while he eats. It's the strangest thing I've ever seen, most I've known prefer not to be touched while eating. But Meow has always been one to march to his own drummer.
Midnight is a very sweet 7 1/2 year old short haired black female. She's friendly with us but very timid and is easily spooked. It could have something to do with her feral beginnings. She and her littermate Bailey were abandoned by their feral mom and handraised by the rescue group we adopted them from. She's very attached to my husband and loves to sleep snuggled right up to him. She likes to sit up on the back of the sofa to rub and nuzzle the top of our heads.
Bailey was the sweet furry soul we lost about 3 weeks ago. Sometimes it still feels like we're all in shock, her health failed so quickly. The vet suspects it could have been heart failure but she went downhill so fast and the vet didn't believe she could survive long enough for those tests (we'd ruled out everything else) so I had her PTS because I couldn't bear to see her suffering like she was. It tore out my heart when the vet said that Bailey would not be able to survive this so I wanted to do what was best for her, even though I'd miss her so much. She was my little shadow and followed me everywhere throughout the house. The house still seems empty without her, and so does my heart.
Last week we went to our local animal shelter to drop off some food they had on their wish list. We stopped by and looked, wouldn't you know it there were two kittens we couldn't walk away from.
I'm looking forward to learning more and enjoying my time here.
