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Hi, my name is Mike and I'm a new member here.
I don't prefer to share their names because, well, names don't really matter with me with them. I only share the names when people ask me to, but when I interact with my cats, I like to be one of them and cats and other animals don't refer to each other by names.
On how I got my first kitten.
It was this recent summer (of 2013) didn't want a kitten/cat at first. I didn't know much about them, didn't think they would be a match for me, and so on. My brother was visiting and he wanted one to comfort him when he was recovering from surgery. So, both him and my mom took an 8 week kitten off someone giving him away and I thought I'd let them take care of it, no problem. But then the first night, because the poor kitten was very tense and scared and would tend to run and hide, my brother and mother decided to lock him in the bathroom with food and water. I strongly protested this, but then it wasn't my kitten and I figured that they must know more than me about this since I wasn't into felines. The next morning I wake up early and I go near the bathroom and I hear the kitten cry and I think "omg was he crying the whole night?" - I let him out and the poor thing dashes out. The next night my mother and brother decide to lock him up again, and I protest even more strongly, but again I am powerless. So, when the two go to sleep, I decide NO, NOT AGAIN, and I decide to let the kitten out and take it with me into a spare room and I decide to sleep on the futon by the lonely thing. If it was decided that the kitten needs to stay in a room, I decided that the poor baby wouldn't be in there alone. After all, how can anyone be so cruel to take a baby from its mother and put it alone in a room and go off to sleep while it cries at night? So it was that night that, deep down inside, and the seeds of a transforming relationship were implanted, and since then, as our relationship as grown, I've come to understand that my relationship with my kitten is one of intense devotion. I didn't know it at the time, but from that moment on, that kitten became my kitten and I wasn't going to let anyone else compromise his well being anymore.
On my second kitten:
I got her because she was the boy's sister and I decided that he needed a companion. Me and my family decided not to bring her in at first because she was on antibiotics, we assumed, for a temporary respiratory infection. Actually, my brother and mother wanted to get her initially, but went with her brother because she was sick. Once she finished her antibiotic course and I was assured by her owner that she was better I took her in. Turned out she had a herpes infection that was permanent. No matter, except it kind of seemed to affect her life negatively as even to this day she is a bit melancholic and very easily stressed. But she is also a very sweet cat. So I really worry about her, just as I do about her brother who has got the herpes infection too.
I care very much about these two cats and consider them my family.
I don't prefer to share their names because, well, names don't really matter with me with them. I only share the names when people ask me to, but when I interact with my cats, I like to be one of them and cats and other animals don't refer to each other by names.
On how I got my first kitten.
It was this recent summer (of 2013) didn't want a kitten/cat at first. I didn't know much about them, didn't think they would be a match for me, and so on. My brother was visiting and he wanted one to comfort him when he was recovering from surgery. So, both him and my mom took an 8 week kitten off someone giving him away and I thought I'd let them take care of it, no problem. But then the first night, because the poor kitten was very tense and scared and would tend to run and hide, my brother and mother decided to lock him in the bathroom with food and water. I strongly protested this, but then it wasn't my kitten and I figured that they must know more than me about this since I wasn't into felines. The next morning I wake up early and I go near the bathroom and I hear the kitten cry and I think "omg was he crying the whole night?" - I let him out and the poor thing dashes out. The next night my mother and brother decide to lock him up again, and I protest even more strongly, but again I am powerless. So, when the two go to sleep, I decide NO, NOT AGAIN, and I decide to let the kitten out and take it with me into a spare room and I decide to sleep on the futon by the lonely thing. If it was decided that the kitten needs to stay in a room, I decided that the poor baby wouldn't be in there alone. After all, how can anyone be so cruel to take a baby from its mother and put it alone in a room and go off to sleep while it cries at night? So it was that night that, deep down inside, and the seeds of a transforming relationship were implanted, and since then, as our relationship as grown, I've come to understand that my relationship with my kitten is one of intense devotion. I didn't know it at the time, but from that moment on, that kitten became my kitten and I wasn't going to let anyone else compromise his well being anymore.
On my second kitten:
I got her because she was the boy's sister and I decided that he needed a companion. Me and my family decided not to bring her in at first because she was on antibiotics, we assumed, for a temporary respiratory infection. Actually, my brother and mother wanted to get her initially, but went with her brother because she was sick. Once she finished her antibiotic course and I was assured by her owner that she was better I took her in. Turned out she had a herpes infection that was permanent. No matter, except it kind of seemed to affect her life negatively as even to this day she is a bit melancholic and very easily stressed. But she is also a very sweet cat. So I really worry about her, just as I do about her brother who has got the herpes infection too.
I care very much about these two cats and consider them my family.
