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Hello, I'm newly registered. I've enjoyed reading over this site many times in the past, these forums have a lot of great information!
My family consists of five cats, one fish, and my husband. Our Siamese girls are Ane (9) and Sophie (1.5), our Snowshoe girls are sisters Emily and Pollo Fundito (4), and our only boy is Ross (1), an all-black rescue kitten that ended up staying rather than being adopted by someone else. Oh, and the fish is Oswald. He's their favorite channel to watch.
We do try to help out kitties looking for a new home, since shelters are so crowded.
Ane has mastered "speaking", communicating vocally if water needs changing, food dishes are low, or anything else (also the unnerving skill of opening doors, cabinets, etc). Ane is more friendly than "friendly" adequately describes. Visitors to the house will be sat upon, licked, and meowed at until they pet her.
Sophie apparently has no ability to vocalize, although we don't know why. (She was also a rescue.) She is extremely shy. No one has seen Sophie except for me, my husband, and my camera. Oh, one of my friends saw a streak once as she went for hiding.
Emily loves to be a parrot, sitting on our shoulders and supervising our activities. She's not shy, but she does prefer taller people to climb on. She is a "permakitten", or in other words, a very small cat, weighing a little over 4 pounds. So far, there have been only minor medical problems. She's our sweet little baby and she loves to play, with us, with the others if they will, or with random objects around the house. She might be part kangaroo, jumping impossibly high to reach cabinet tops, door frames (how she balances on such a thin surface is a mystery) and bookshelves.
Pollo prefers quiet snuggles and play in the evenings. Although she is Emily's sister, she is a full size cat. She isn't as brave about jumping, she prefers to climb and to be sure of her footing. When the house is quiet and everyone is ready for sleep, Pollo loves come to me for cuddles, belly scratches, and head rubs. Her name comes from my husband, who insisted that if we got a third cat he would be allowed to choose it's name. Apparently Pollo Fundito is a dish served at Mexican restaurants, of which he is fond. Pollo is shy around others, and she enjoys playing with Sophie. They have the quietest, most gentle play I've ever seen. It's more akin to slow-motion than to the play between Emily and Ane and Ross.
Ross enjoys taking showers with me in the morning, and he likes to go visit dad at work, wearing his leash and harness. He loves to sing, and some day I'm going to get a good recording of him singing. (He most prefers to sing in the bathroom, probably because it has better acoustics.) His dream job appears to be "rug", because he loves to lay sprawled out in the middle of the floor. He gives kisses to visitors, and also to us when we get home from work. If you don't "kiss" him (you have to make the noise) he will stare intently at you until you break down or ask me why the cat is staring at you. Trust me, no one can escape the kiss of Ross. Ross came to us as a kitten rescue, having been thrown from a moving car and requiring emergency hernia surgery, and he has grown up to be a loving, energetic little fellow that we could never let go of.
So that's everyone. Oh, and Oswald.
I am looking forward to reading more on this forum and being part of the community.
My family consists of five cats, one fish, and my husband. Our Siamese girls are Ane (9) and Sophie (1.5), our Snowshoe girls are sisters Emily and Pollo Fundito (4), and our only boy is Ross (1), an all-black rescue kitten that ended up staying rather than being adopted by someone else. Oh, and the fish is Oswald. He's their favorite channel to watch.
We do try to help out kitties looking for a new home, since shelters are so crowded.
Ane has mastered "speaking", communicating vocally if water needs changing, food dishes are low, or anything else (also the unnerving skill of opening doors, cabinets, etc). Ane is more friendly than "friendly" adequately describes. Visitors to the house will be sat upon, licked, and meowed at until they pet her.
Sophie apparently has no ability to vocalize, although we don't know why. (She was also a rescue.) She is extremely shy. No one has seen Sophie except for me, my husband, and my camera. Oh, one of my friends saw a streak once as she went for hiding.
Emily loves to be a parrot, sitting on our shoulders and supervising our activities. She's not shy, but she does prefer taller people to climb on. She is a "permakitten", or in other words, a very small cat, weighing a little over 4 pounds. So far, there have been only minor medical problems. She's our sweet little baby and she loves to play, with us, with the others if they will, or with random objects around the house. She might be part kangaroo, jumping impossibly high to reach cabinet tops, door frames (how she balances on such a thin surface is a mystery) and bookshelves.
Pollo prefers quiet snuggles and play in the evenings. Although she is Emily's sister, she is a full size cat. She isn't as brave about jumping, she prefers to climb and to be sure of her footing. When the house is quiet and everyone is ready for sleep, Pollo loves come to me for cuddles, belly scratches, and head rubs. Her name comes from my husband, who insisted that if we got a third cat he would be allowed to choose it's name. Apparently Pollo Fundito is a dish served at Mexican restaurants, of which he is fond. Pollo is shy around others, and she enjoys playing with Sophie. They have the quietest, most gentle play I've ever seen. It's more akin to slow-motion than to the play between Emily and Ane and Ross.
Ross enjoys taking showers with me in the morning, and he likes to go visit dad at work, wearing his leash and harness. He loves to sing, and some day I'm going to get a good recording of him singing. (He most prefers to sing in the bathroom, probably because it has better acoustics.) His dream job appears to be "rug", because he loves to lay sprawled out in the middle of the floor. He gives kisses to visitors, and also to us when we get home from work. If you don't "kiss" him (you have to make the noise) he will stare intently at you until you break down or ask me why the cat is staring at you. Trust me, no one can escape the kiss of Ross. Ross came to us as a kitten rescue, having been thrown from a moving car and requiring emergency hernia surgery, and he has grown up to be a loving, energetic little fellow that we could never let go of.
So that's everyone. Oh, and Oswald.
I am looking forward to reading more on this forum and being part of the community.
