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Hello, Catsite folks.
I'm Misty. I'm a 25 year-old pre-medical student from backwoods Alabama. My love for cats runs in the family. My parents are big-hearted people who never could close their doors to a stray. I spent my childhood on rural private land, far removed from roads and cars, so my family took in as many cats as possible, socializing them, fixing them, nursing them to health if need be, vaccinating them, and trying to find them homes. I learned how to catch and tame ferals before I was in first grade. Those we couldn't find homes for simply became part of the pride. I don't remember ever having fewer than a dozen cats in my childhood, and we had fifty acres of meadows and forests for them to prowl, a private lake where they would often come and stare at the fish (and some even dragged up a fish on an occasion or two), and large, cat-friendly dogs to protect them from any wild thing that might want to harm them. I used to spend hours outside with the cats every day, climbing trees and exploring the forests. Long story short, cats have always been a huge part of my life and I have come to realize in adulthood that I like them much, much more than I do people.
Fast forward to today and I have two cats of my own, Hex and Jinx. I've already posted a little of them both on the "What does my cat look like?" subforum, but I will post more here.
This is Jinx (above). She and her siblings were abandoned beneath a park bench. A kind woman found them, reared them and found homes for them through Facebook. It was love at first sight with my tiny Jinx. She slept nestled into my shoulder the whole way home. I was awed by the utter trust she put in me. She was eight weeks old and had never seen me before in her life, but she fell asleep on me right there in my car. How her innocent little life could have been thrown away by some terrible person makes me sick. I'm so glad I can be part of her second chance.
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And this is Hex (above). He's the result of a breeder irresponsibly letting a Siamese queen and a Maine Coon tom spend a bit too much time together at exactly the wrong time. They gave away the kittens and I asked for the most playful one of the bunch. She pointed to this guy, who was hanging out in a cat tree. "I went looking for trouble. . . Boy. I found him." This guy is my little whirlwind. With a nutty trill, he climbs, topples, tackles, or mauls everything in sight. We're gently working on the behavioral quirks but he's a sweetheart. He loves to snuggle and drools all over himself when he's getting affection. (I realize it looks like he's being held funny in the first picture, but it's just an odd picture. I could only get him to hold still by lifting him up (by under his pits) and my hands/wrists are a bit strange looking because I have EDS. I promise, he was perfectly comfortable.)
Anyway, sorry if this was a long intro. This is us. Who are you?
I'm Misty. I'm a 25 year-old pre-medical student from backwoods Alabama. My love for cats runs in the family. My parents are big-hearted people who never could close their doors to a stray. I spent my childhood on rural private land, far removed from roads and cars, so my family took in as many cats as possible, socializing them, fixing them, nursing them to health if need be, vaccinating them, and trying to find them homes. I learned how to catch and tame ferals before I was in first grade. Those we couldn't find homes for simply became part of the pride. I don't remember ever having fewer than a dozen cats in my childhood, and we had fifty acres of meadows and forests for them to prowl, a private lake where they would often come and stare at the fish (and some even dragged up a fish on an occasion or two), and large, cat-friendly dogs to protect them from any wild thing that might want to harm them. I used to spend hours outside with the cats every day, climbing trees and exploring the forests. Long story short, cats have always been a huge part of my life and I have come to realize in adulthood that I like them much, much more than I do people.
Fast forward to today and I have two cats of my own, Hex and Jinx. I've already posted a little of them both on the "What does my cat look like?" subforum, but I will post more here.
This is Jinx (above). She and her siblings were abandoned beneath a park bench. A kind woman found them, reared them and found homes for them through Facebook. It was love at first sight with my tiny Jinx. She slept nestled into my shoulder the whole way home. I was awed by the utter trust she put in me. She was eight weeks old and had never seen me before in her life, but she fell asleep on me right there in my car. How her innocent little life could have been thrown away by some terrible person makes me sick. I'm so glad I can be part of her second chance.
And this is Hex (above). He's the result of a breeder irresponsibly letting a Siamese queen and a Maine Coon tom spend a bit too much time together at exactly the wrong time. They gave away the kittens and I asked for the most playful one of the bunch. She pointed to this guy, who was hanging out in a cat tree. "I went looking for trouble. . . Boy. I found him." This guy is my little whirlwind. With a nutty trill, he climbs, topples, tackles, or mauls everything in sight. We're gently working on the behavioral quirks but he's a sweetheart. He loves to snuggle and drools all over himself when he's getting affection. (I realize it looks like he's being held funny in the first picture, but it's just an odd picture. I could only get him to hold still by lifting him up (by under his pits) and my hands/wrists are a bit strange looking because I have EDS. I promise, he was perfectly comfortable.)
Anyway, sorry if this was a long intro. This is us. Who are you?
