Hello! I am quite new here and just want to tell you about my kitten. He is a large(ish), slender, handsome, tabby/lynx point.
View media item 275272
View media item 275273
View media item 275274
He right now is 12 weeks old, and weighs about 6 pounds. He is very lively and talkative. He loves to just meow, forever, and ever.
We got him on the 27th of April, from someone who's cat got out of the house, and got pregnant by a barn cat. His mother was a very pretty Half Siamese, fourth Persian/Ragdoll. The father is unknown. Frosty was raised on a farm so he is not afraid of big animals and dogs. His old owner said he loves to climb trees, and he really does! He loves climbing and sitting on the top of my gerbil tank (20 gal with screen lid). He doesn't mind fish, he like gerbils and toys better.
Right now he is eating Purina Kitten Chow, along with a few other little treats. He comes to his name, plays fetch, walks on a leash, ect. I swear he is a DOG. But I love him anyway. I wouldn't trade him in for the world. He is my sunshine.
The reason why we named him Frosty is because my old cat, Jingle is named after a Christmas song, Jingle Bells.
Jingle lived to be almost 21 years old. He was an outdoor cat all his life (but during cold winters, sicknesses, really hot summer days, he would come inside). Yes I know he is an outdoor cat, I know the dangers. But he didn't die from getting hit by a car, cat/dog fights, people, ect. He lived and only died of Pancreatic Problems, at age 20. He had probably the happiest life a cat could as for, he had a loving family, and of course freedom. He died earlier this year and that's why I got Frosty.
Frosty is also going to one day be an outdoor cat, just like his big brother, and hopefully he will live to be just as long.
Yeah.
Thanks for reading?
View media item 275272
View media item 275273
View media item 275274
He right now is 12 weeks old, and weighs about 6 pounds. He is very lively and talkative. He loves to just meow, forever, and ever.
We got him on the 27th of April, from someone who's cat got out of the house, and got pregnant by a barn cat. His mother was a very pretty Half Siamese, fourth Persian/Ragdoll. The father is unknown. Frosty was raised on a farm so he is not afraid of big animals and dogs. His old owner said he loves to climb trees, and he really does! He loves climbing and sitting on the top of my gerbil tank (20 gal with screen lid). He doesn't mind fish, he like gerbils and toys better.
Right now he is eating Purina Kitten Chow, along with a few other little treats. He comes to his name, plays fetch, walks on a leash, ect. I swear he is a DOG. But I love him anyway. I wouldn't trade him in for the world. He is my sunshine.
The reason why we named him Frosty is because my old cat, Jingle is named after a Christmas song, Jingle Bells.
Jingle lived to be almost 21 years old. He was an outdoor cat all his life (but during cold winters, sicknesses, really hot summer days, he would come inside). Yes I know he is an outdoor cat, I know the dangers. But he didn't die from getting hit by a car, cat/dog fights, people, ect. He lived and only died of Pancreatic Problems, at age 20. He had probably the happiest life a cat could as for, he had a loving family, and of course freedom. He died earlier this year and that's why I got Frosty.
Frosty is also going to one day be an outdoor cat, just like his big brother, and hopefully he will live to be just as long.
Yeah.
Thanks for reading?
Last edited by a moderator: