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We are new and have joined to see advice and share stories. Below is the batman himself (not so)little Bruce. He is a 8 month old annoying little black cat who reckons himself a dog, defiantly not a cat. He is a Bengal x Russian Grey/Blue (cant remember which is the correct term). He was a lovely little surprise from my partner after I sold my beloved horse. We turned up at a not so pleasant house with around 24 kittens running riot, pick the quietest one we thought, so we picked the tiny little black kitten that was no bigger than the palm of my partners hand, gave him a fuss and he never made a peep, popped him in a box and left (albeit i wanted to take more than one but couldn't afford the extra few hundred pounds). We got my little adorable quiet kitten home and he spent the night and morning curled up making no fuss and no trouble....and then Bruce happened. Our quiet adorable little kitten turned into a pouncing, prancing, vocal fizz ball. We were misled by the breeders and we was in actual fact 6 weeks old instead of the recommended 10-12, but he was a healthy little cat. That is how our story started.... 6 months on the little munchkin below is very much my baby and certainly doesn't agree with us when we tell him he's a cat. He is spoilt rotten and he knows it and he knows how to play mum and dad off against each other and loves it when his big 3 year old sister plays with him; they're like tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum. We're still fairly new to cats, how much trouble can a little cat be we said after considering the big 16.3 idiotic horse we had in comparison, How naive could we be? So far we've had to rescue him from behind the oven, under the kitchen cupboards, stuck in the fence (several times), stuck in the conifers, he's fell down the toilet countless times, picks on the neighbour tom cat, fetches girlfriends and friends home for tea (neutered) and falls in the bath at any given opportunity then runs around the house telling the world his mum has just tried to deliberately drown him and he's even climbed in the cooker much to his big sisters delight! Oh, and spent the evening locked in the child's kitchen washing machine where she put him, without a peep. We adore him, I love him more than life, but by god i didn't expect a cat to be so full of personality but equally so caring, tolerant and nurturing towards a small child.
Thank you for reading
Aimee
We are new and have joined to see advice and share stories. Below is the batman himself (not so)little Bruce. He is a 8 month old annoying little black cat who reckons himself a dog, defiantly not a cat. He is a Bengal x Russian Grey/Blue (cant remember which is the correct term). He was a lovely little surprise from my partner after I sold my beloved horse. We turned up at a not so pleasant house with around 24 kittens running riot, pick the quietest one we thought, so we picked the tiny little black kitten that was no bigger than the palm of my partners hand, gave him a fuss and he never made a peep, popped him in a box and left (albeit i wanted to take more than one but couldn't afford the extra few hundred pounds). We got my little adorable quiet kitten home and he spent the night and morning curled up making no fuss and no trouble....and then Bruce happened. Our quiet adorable little kitten turned into a pouncing, prancing, vocal fizz ball. We were misled by the breeders and we was in actual fact 6 weeks old instead of the recommended 10-12, but he was a healthy little cat. That is how our story started.... 6 months on the little munchkin below is very much my baby and certainly doesn't agree with us when we tell him he's a cat. He is spoilt rotten and he knows it and he knows how to play mum and dad off against each other and loves it when his big 3 year old sister plays with him; they're like tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum. We're still fairly new to cats, how much trouble can a little cat be we said after considering the big 16.3 idiotic horse we had in comparison, How naive could we be? So far we've had to rescue him from behind the oven, under the kitchen cupboards, stuck in the fence (several times), stuck in the conifers, he's fell down the toilet countless times, picks on the neighbour tom cat, fetches girlfriends and friends home for tea (neutered) and falls in the bath at any given opportunity then runs around the house telling the world his mum has just tried to deliberately drown him and he's even climbed in the cooker much to his big sisters delight! Oh, and spent the evening locked in the child's kitchen washing machine where she put him, without a peep. We adore him, I love him more than life, but by god i didn't expect a cat to be so full of personality but equally so caring, tolerant and nurturing towards a small child.
Thank you for reading
Aimee