Your Cat Biographies

ROSIE: She was my first baby from the age of 6 weeks! My then boyfriend and i tried all over to find a kitten without any luck The i started ringing pet shops in the directory, again without any luck apart from one!

I rang them and she was the only girl along with her two brothers. Without even knowing what she looked like i said "I want her!", and the girl said "Don't you want to see her first?", but i didn't, i knew no matter what she looked like i would love her no matter what!

We drove over straight from work and both my boyfriend and i were all Awwwwwwww's as soon as we saw her .

We bought her food, a couple of toys and some litter to see her through the night until we went out the following day to get everything she needed from the large pet store.

She was and is a joy from the minute we brought her home

SOPHIE: After thinking so many times "will i, wont i?" on getting another baby so as to be company for Rosie. Emma (my vet nurse pal) talked me into taking on another kitten from her surgery because Sophies mum Jasmine had been abandoned there when she was pregnant

Like Rosie, Sophie was 6 weeks old when she came to me, and it took Rosie only 2 weeks to accept her but they love each others company and it's brilliant seeing them chase after each other!

I only have two cats, but here's their story:
We first met Milly and Daisy only four days after the very sudden death of our old cat Winnie. We were both feeling lost and alone, so went to the cat fosterer's house full of hope. Milly was three at the time. She is black all over and rather round. Daisy was only six months old. She is a tabby with a white chin. The two of them had been rehomed twice already, and were thoroughly fed up with being back in the shelter. To cut a long story short, we had our home check, passed it, and the cats were ours!
Both cats are quite insecure, but show it in different ways. Milly needs constant reassurance (i.e.cuddles) and will demand it from anyone who happens to be in the house. Daisy needs love too but won't accept it from anyone but me or Doug. They are both amazingly greedy, and will steal food if they can. Daisy has other problems; although she is now six, I think that in her head she is still six weeks old. Everything is done at top speed - moving around, digesting, eating etc. I suspect that she wasn't with her mother for long enough as her behaviour is definitely not grown up at all.
Well, they both seem happy at our house now. We have a woodburning stove, and when that is going, I have to fight them for a space on the sofa. They have enough toys for a whole army of cats, and lots of comfy beds in every room! There is even a bed above the spare room radiator that has a fine view of the bird table outside - that's a popular one.
I could go on about them for hours, but......

Merry Christmas!

Sue

Maverick

Maverick was my kitten before she was even born. A friend of mine had two pregnant cats and offered me a kitten from either litter when she heard I was considering getting a kitten.

Sadly, out of 8 kittens born in total only 2 survived, maverick and her brother Charlie.

Maverick cried solidly when we got her come until she was tired and snuggled up in bed between my boyfriend and me. To get her to go to sleep we both stroked her, the four-handed stroking quickly became a trick she now demands at 6 am every morning!

Maverick is an adorable scraggly moggy who has only just started to grow into her fur! Her long haired coat has turned sleek and smooth with a he fluffy tail.

She was named after tom cruises character in topgun, a film I detest. I let my boyfriend name her so heâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]d feel more involved. I was even more upset when we discovered she was not a ‘heâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji] as we had first thought and cringe every time the vet calls out her name in the vets!

Gandalf

Gandalf is my specail order kitty. My cousin's cat got out one afternoon before they could get her fixed and sure as sun, she came back pregnant. When she was near her due date, I was cuddling with her and asked her if she was going to give me a grey baby. I had already agreed to take a kitten and the day they were born, my cousin called me up and said. "There's a grey kitten here for you." When I saw him it was love at first sight. That little mousy looking kitten stole my heart in an instant with his little white paws and chin. I visited him everyday and watched him grow from a tiny mouse like creature into a fluffy kitten, to a fluffy fat kitten. (The entire litter looked like little Ewoks at one point so Gandalf's really last name is Ewok) The boy never had any problems with his appetite. I count it as one of the best days of my life when I brought him home. First we had to stop by my parent's though and my Mom fell in love with him too and has on more than one occassion offered to take him in. He is my lap cat and my let's keep Traci up at night cat still but his very loving.


Samwise

After I had Gandalf a couple of weeks, I figured out that kittens are hard work and that working all day and him wanting to play all night was a little more than I could take on my own. It was around that time, that I began considering getting another cat to keep him company during the day. I had nearly talked myself out of getting another cat when my cousin called and said, "You like grey kittys right?" Needless to say I said. "Yeah." She proceeded to tell me that there was a grey kitten that had shown up on her porch that morning. I was planning on going over to visit anyway so I said I'd see that cat but I couldn't promise anything. I should have know better. He was a tiny little thing, obviously he had been dumped the poor little thing was skinny, covered with fleas and wanted to suck at anything he could get his mouth on. He came home with me the next day. First stop was the vet, next stop was my parent's house again, well let's just say I worry that one of these days I'm going to come home and find my Mom has cat napped my cats. After a very short, like two hour, adjustment period Gandalf and Samwise were buddies. Samwise isn't much for cuddling except at night and everyonce in while he'll demand a good rubb down. He also likes to be picked up and will lean against my chest and purr.

I could go on and on about my boys.

Great thread!

Meeko: When I was 11 my one-year-old black and white cat, Berlioz, was either killed or taken by someone, I never found out which, he just didn't come home one day and couldn't be found (my parents believed in letting cats outside). I was going through a pretty rough time at the time, my parents had just divorced, had lost all of their money, so we'd moved, to a tiny house, compared to the huge house we'd had before, my six-year-old cousin had just passed away, and then I'd lost Berlioz, so when I pleaded for a kitten (I wanted another black and white kitten) my mother gave in, and I got Meeko. He'd been found living in a shed, with one sibling but no mother, and taken in by a local cat rescue. I didn't get to pick him out, my parents arranged it as a surprise. My father brought him over one day and I instantly fell in love with him - he was the tiniest little kitten, only six weeks old, he'd fit in the palm of your hand. Right away he cuddled with me, rubbing his face against mine and purring. I named him Meeko, after the raccoon in the Disney movie 'Pocahontas' because his tail is ringed like a raccoon's. I got a little harness and leash and took him everywhere with me that summer - he even rode with me in my bike basket when I went somewhere on my bike (not the safest idea, in retrospect, but I didn't know better at 11), and at night he slept with me on my pillow. He helped me through a very rough time, and we formed a very close blind that we still have - he runs to the door to see me when I come home, and still sleeps with me every night. He's nine years old now, and partly because he was raised by humans from such a young age, I think, Meeko has always seemed to think that he's a person instead of a cat! He actually has 'conversations', requesting food or the blind to be pulled up so he can sit in the window, or whatever it is he wants. He loves to cuddle, with me or the other kitties, and to play, and he LOVES food - he's always the first one at the bowl when I feed them, and pleads for my food as well. I love him to death, he's my baby.

I think this is a pretty neat idea!!! So, of course, I have to tell how I became "adopted" by my furbabies!!

#1 cat--Emmy. After six long years of apartment living, my husband and I were finally in a position to buy our first home. As soon as we gave our notice to the landlord that we'd be moving out, we went to the Humane League to get a cat. Emmy was listed as a stray, but I think someone had her in their home, and decided to get rid of her, since she was already familiar with the sound of the can opener. She was very scrawny when we got her, and she is now my fattest. She was only about 6 mos. old when we got her, and now she is 4 years old. Her name was Emmy in the shelter, and my then 4 year old son, didn't understand about naming cats, so the name just stayed with her. And I'm glad, 'cause she's an Emmy- award winner cat in affection! Emmy was meant for my son to be his cat, but she took to me, so she's my cat.

#2 cat--Samson. We got Samson a week after getting Emmy, and 2 weeks before we moved out of the apartment. He was another Humane League rescue. His mom came into the shelter pregnant, so obviously, he was born in the shelter. He had a twin, and their names in the shelter were "Amos" & "Andy". We got "Amos" and my son couldn't quite pronounce "Amos", it came out sounding like "Amson", so my hubby suggested calling the cat Samson. Little did we know just how correct that name would fit him. He is very vain of his tail, (it's very poofy) and all of his "strength" is in his long tail. (Just like Samson from the Bible, except, obviously, his strength was located at the other end) He is very playful and a little strange. He has Obsessive/Compulvise issues, so he is our sensitive kitty. (He started sleeping in the litter box when my mom-in-law stayed with us all last summer, and he couldn't cope with her staying that long, so he slept there to feel safe? to hide from her? We still don't know why, but he finally got over it about a month after she left.) He was 3 months old when we got him.
And now he is also 4 years old. Samson took to my son right away, so he's my son's cat.

#3 cat Ranger: Ranger was the only cat that I didn't get from the Humane League. He was a "Free to Good Home" cat. He is also the youngest cat I've ever gotten. He was only 4 weeks old when we got him. Ranger was a compromise between my hubby and my son.....hubby wanted a dog, my son wanted another cat.....Ranger is a cat that thinks he's a dog! He begs like a dog, (he'll sit and act like he's not interested in what you're eating, but the first move you make to offer him something, he's right there, and he will catch the food before it even hits the ground), sits like a dog, eats like a dog (head in the food dish like it's going to go away, and very noisy and messy), and lays like a dog (all sprawled out and rather ungraceful looking. He is my "weird sleeping positions" kitty, and have lots of pictures to prove it). With his black and white markings, he looked like he was wearing a mask, so his actual name is the Lone Ranger. He is now a year and half old. Ranger is Samson's "pet". He and Ranger play as though they've been together always.

I've given all of my cats holidays as their birthdays, so I can keep track of just when they are now consider a year older. Emmy's is Mother's Day, and that suits, 'cause she is rather like a mom to the 2 boys.....she will groom them, but not take any of their nonsense for very long.
Samson's is July 4th, because he is like a firecracker. Ranger's is Memorial Day for real. And it's a good thing, 'cause he's hard to forget!
All 3 of my cats are spayed or neutered......if I get any more cats, I'll take one of the unwanted kitties that are already out there. And all of them are indoor cats ONLY.

Jamie's mother, Snow White, was abandoned by her owners when they moved, and spent some time out on the streets. She was trapped by the Katzenhilfe Stuttgart and placed in a foster home while awaiting adoption. Her foster mother was also the mother of one of the students at school. Snow White gave birth to five kittens, a tabby female, three black and white males, and a tiny gray and white male. The day the kittens were born, A. came to school late and excitedly told us about the kittens. My spontaneous response was, "I'll take one or two!" I visited the kittens before they were weaned, and planned on taking the "runt" of the litter and the "least cute" kitten, figuring they would have the most trouble finding a home. Jamie, the largest kitten with the most regular markings, was having none of that, so he was the kitten who came home with me, where he proceeded to terrorize our older cat, since deceased, and worm his way into my husband's heart. He'll be six in April, isn't fond of cats, children or strangers, but is very lovable with family members and any dogs he meets. His best buddy is an 11-year-old greyhound who lives right next door.
At the moment he is (not) dealing with another cat in the house, 4 1/2-year-old Zsa Zsa, a neighbor's cat who has been trying to move in with us for years. Her owner is in the hospital, and won't be coming home, so Zsa Zsa has been with us for a few months now. Unfortunately, Jamie will only allow her in the spare bedroom, hallway and laundry room, so she will probably move in with another neighbor whose aged cat is on her way to the Rainbow Bridge after a very long life. That way, Mrs. R. won't be alone, and Zsa Zsa can remain in her territory, and visit here whenever she wants.

Baylee was living in a pet store (yeah I know, there are better places to get cats) when I first met her, 3 months ago. When I opened her cage, she reached out to me and let me hold her like a baby. As I walked around the store, all the employees told me what a calm cat she was - obviously they didn't spend THAT much time with her.

I've been wanting a cat since I was a child but have never been in the market for one - still am not seeing as how my apartment doesn't allow kittens... but I thought of her all day long and picked out her name, and so I had to go back and take her home with me! After a vet visit we found out that she was not a he, as we had been told, and she was a few months older than we were told.

Baylee is now 6 months old, getting sweeter and more comfortable with us every day... She likes to sleep on the bed with me but not right away - she'll come in the middle of the night and take up all the space. She likes to flop down somewhere rather than sit down - I love it the most when she does it against me, like "I *guess* I'll sit here"... flop! She has a wide vocabulary and unfortunately I haven't deciphered half of her words yet! I'd love to get her a baby brother but he hasn't found me yet, so I'll wait a while.

The Story of Comere

When I was 18 and living in my first official apartment with my boyfriend at the time, we wanted a pet. Not a dog though -- too much maintenance and not very "apartment friendly".

A person I was working with had an 8 month old cat she needed to get rid of because she was moving to a place that didn't allow pets. I overheard her talking about it and asked about the cat.

Declawed, nuetered, and very friendly. His name: "Stinky" but they also called him "Smelly".

I agreed to take the cat, site-unseen.

I went to meet him on a Friday night. He was lovable and friendly, an immediate mushpot. I scooped him up and he rode in my lap all the way back to my apartment where he proceeded to hide under the bed (other than to eat and use the facilities) for three days. I would talk to him every day and finally on day four he came out.

And he's been in my lap ever since

Tiptoe (Tippy)We adopted our first two cats because of sad events with ferals/strays who came to us in their time of need. The first - a little black and white cat - used to appear at the bottom end of our garden; but would never come anywhere near us. Her back was bowed in the middle as if she had a heavy weight sitting on her and her fur was matted. We used to leave food for her and hoped she would come home - we planned to adopt her. One night she came into our conservatory - we'd left the door open, she looked at us for a while but fled when we got close. We waited for her to come back - hoping that she would but she didn't. Our neighbours were also "cat people" and we'd told them before that we were planning to adopt this stray. They called us the next morning to say they found her in their garden - she had died overnight. In the few weeks that she visited us, we had called her Tiptoe.

Our son had just moved out of home and taken his cat with him - so with our daughter, we decided to adopt an abandoned cat from the RSPCA shelter. Our daughter wanted to adopt a black and white cat like Tiptoe.

When we got to the shelter the only black and white one there was the one we eventually brought home (she's named Tiptoe (Tippy) as well). The shelter weren't keen on us adopting her because she'd had a troubled life so far. She was 12 weeks old and had been found at the bottom of a garbage chute in a block of flats (apartments). It wasn't clear how she got to be there - but she either had not seen many people in her life or had been abused. The RSPCA said she may not be suitable for a home with children as she was so nervous. Our daughter is very calm and, reluctantly, the RSPCA let her hold Tippy. Tippy shot up her shoulder and hit under her shoulder-length hair and refused to let go

. It was love at first sight.

. We had to wait 7 days before we were allowed to take her home. But 4 days later, daughte wanted to visit Tippy to make sure she was ok. When we got there, they couldn't find her anywhere and thought an owner might have claimed her. But as it happened, she was so terrified of the other cats, she was hiding under an upturned cat bed

. Daughter and cat clung to each other again - and the RSPCA decided our home was probably the best place for her - we were allowed to bring her home that day. She's 8 years old now - she and daughter are inseparable. Tippy's fiercely protective of our daughter, once when she stubbed her toe and hubby was comforting her, Tippy leapt on hubby's back - she thought he was the one who'd made daughter cry and Tippy clung on til he let go

Felicity

Felicity is my fur-baby and she's gorgeous - I love her to bits. She also came to us after we'd tried to provide a home for a feral/stray who found our garden. His story is told in the thread "A tribute to "ugly"". Sadly, when we took him to the vet, he had to be euthanized as he was simply to ill to recover. So we decided to offer another abandoned kitty a home - our tribute to Mr. Rusty. We found Felicity at the RSPCA shelter - it was love at first sight for me this time - I walked in and saw her immediately and refused to leave her side until I'd held her. Well, to be honest, I made hubby stand by her side whilst I went to fetch the assistant. He told everyone that Felicity was ours

. Her name in the shelter was Felicity and when daughter came to see her she gave her an extra name, so her full name is Felicity Faith. She's 3 years old now and quickly became established as Alpha Cat. She wanted to be Tippy's best friend, but Tippy wasn't too keen!!

Adelaide

Adelaide has been with us for one month now. She accepts a small amount of stroking, has learned to purr and play and would follow Felicity to the ends of the earth! Tippy, however, is insignificant as far as Adelaide's concerned

. She is called Adelaide because our houses were built by a building company called Canberra. They named the styles of the houses after Australian places, Perth, Victoria - ours was an Adelaide. As this little kitty chose our house to show up in, we thought we would give her that name as hers, she chose it after all (and it's pretty). We think she's about a year old, but when we get her to the vet I'm sure we'll know more.

I am so enjoying reading all of your kitties' biographies. Here is a bit about my beasties, Nathan and Nedicks:

In August of 2003, I moved in with my boyfriend and he immediately began trying to convince me to get a cat. I was unsure, having not spent a lot of time around cats before, and having believed for quite some time that I was allergic. Then in October of 2003, my bf's mom went on vacation and her kitty came to stay with us for two weeks. Well, I cried when we had to bring him back to her, and immediately told my bf we needed a cat of our own. He took advantage of my emotional vulnerability and convinced me that we really needed TWO cats, so they could keep each other company. So around the end of October, he started looking on petfinder for suitable kitties. One day while I was at work he e-mailed me the photo of an adorable pair who at that time were named Boo-Kitty and Goblin. I thought they looked sweet and agreed that we would discuss it. Then things got really busy for me at work, and we had to put our kitty plans on hold. Well, a couple of weeks later, on the Friday before Thanksgiving, I was killing time at work at the end of the day and I went on petfinder. I was so surprised to find that those two adorable kitties were still available for adoption. I e-mailed the link back to my bf, with the subject line "Our new kitties!" I figured if they were still hanging around after 3 weeks, they were meant for us. The next day we went to see them at the vet who was boarding them for the cat rescue. Nathan (Boo-kitty) walked right out when they opened the cage and started sniffing at us. We talked to them a little bit and they seemed calm, if a little timid, and we said, we love them. And we took them home that day.

We didn't much like the names the rescue lady had given them, but for about 2 days we couldn't decide what to call them, so we just called them "Boy" and "Girl." But then we decided to name them Nathan and Nedicks, after two famous hot dog concessions here in NY, Nathan's Famous and Nedick's Franks.

We don't know much about their life before we met them. The rescue lady said they had been abandoned together in a carrier in the parking lot of the local PetCo., where the rescue had cats for adoption. They had obviously had their physical needs met with their prior owners, but we're not sure how they were treated otherwise. Nedicks seems a little stunted in her mental development and was also very afraid of my bf (sometimes still is) for a while--we think maybe in her old house, there was a mean man.

Nedicks is a roly poly calico, ginger, black and white, and Nathan is long and lanky, all black, except for a white patch under his chin and another on his tummy. The vet estimated their birthdate as sometime in June of 2000, so they are now about 4 1/2 years old. The vet also said she thought they were littermates.

Nedicks is my snuggle kitty--she loves to cuddle and headbutt. We thought Nathan would never be a lap cat, though he loves to sleep in bed with me (sometimes with his head on my pillow! ) but about a month or so ago he one day out of the blue climbed up on my lap and settled in for scritches and pets, and he does it a few times a week now.

My first ever real kitty was Sheba, He was all black and his tail was bent.
I was 6 and i heard meows from the garage, my parents let me keep him because he was beautiful. My dad ended up adopting two other strays, Blackie and tabby. They had babies with Sheba and we had litters of little black babies and the boys always had their tail bent.
We ended up giving away the kitties and then we had to move to australia.
In australia i we adopted the cat that was living in our backyard she was a persian but she didnt have a flat nose. She had her first litter and there were 1 girl and 3 boys, The boys ended up leaving and so the girl (biankina) had a litter along with the mother.... Then we adopted another stray and her leg was amputated but noone claimed her and she had a blind eye...
Biakina had a wonderful litter of 3, they were all white. My mother saw a little white kitten outside and thought it must be hers and that she lost it, Biankina ended up adopting this kitten so we had a happy family. Biankina had 2 girls named Cutie and Sneaky, And two boys Whitey and Spotty.. Whitey became the king of our house he would ring the door bell when he was hungry and everybody loved him because he was so friendly, Sneaky got hit by something and i cared for her she was my best friend unfortunately she died when she was two. She couldnt breathe anymore and my mother was in tears bcause she couldnt bring it to the vet untill i got home and by then it was too late... Whitey died at 4 because he had his paw ripped open.
I would go on and on about the cats in australia, But as we had over 30 i forgot which litter belonged to who.
Since we moved to germany my parents vowed not to get any other pets because it hurt them too much to leave our family behind. Back then it was too expensive to neuter our cats so this is why they multiplied soo much.Then we lived in germany.

After nearly 3 years of living here i couldnt do it anymore. Cats gave me life and happiness, and this is when i went 60 km away from frankfurt to get my little precious bundle of joy! Because the shelter wouldnt give me a kitten. i was just like rosiemac the woman on the phone said it was a boy and it was all black and i said ILL HAVE IT ILL HAVE IT! I saw it from a distance when i arrived and i fell inlove with it! I'm very glad i have my little devil although he does bite me very hard. But i love him sleeping with me and giving me a scrub with his toungue on my face. and i just love him purring, sometimes i put my head on his chest so i can hear the purrrr so loudly and it even makes me go to sleep

Back in Nov. 1992 I was on my way to the mall and was driving on a major highway and I quickly seen a cat dart across and go behind a dirt road. Well, I felt bad because it was a very cold and windy day and I read so many stories of how people would just abandon there cats off the highway. So, I had it on my mind as I was about to enter into the mall. I then went ALL the way around, past my original route and circled around to check out this poor cat that might have been abandoned. Okay, I pull into the restaurant that sit's on the highway were this cat darted into and I see a very tiny black kitty(which became my Lucki) and I immediately scoop her up and put her in my car, since it was too cold for her out and she looked very cold. I then notice quite a few cats around the side by the dumpsters, so I go inside to inform the restuarant owners of this. Then I'm leaving and the guy working there comes out the back and says he knows, they are always there and he feeds them but it's getting too cold for them and there's not much he can do. We are talking and then a little tabby walks right over to me and looks very sick with his eyes and nose all gooey. The man at the restuarant says "I think that one is sick", so I say ok I'll take him too. Well, that turned out to be my soulmate Sash. I was still worried about the other cats there, although some of them looked like adults, I couldn't take them all though but i was still worried. I then contacted a local rescue group in my area and told the lady about the other cats and she was going to go see what she could do. I never heard nothing from her again, but i'm sure they fixed the situation because I've gone by since and never notice there anymore. Thank god.

My dad was not too pleased when I brought Sash and Lucki home. We already had two cats and he didn't want anymore. He was quite upset and I don't think I could of convinced him to let me keep Sash and Lucki, BUT my boyfriend said they could probably live with him in his room on the entire 3rd floor of his mom's house, sooooo I was very happy. I know if that didn't work out we would of just got our own apartment since we were planning on it very soon anyway, we just wanted to save some more money. So, it worked out and we all lived in one big room for a year, but very happy all four of us. Sadly, we lost Lucki almost three years later but Sash still remains with us. He's a very big boy now and is the most affecionate cat, just like the day he walked over to me and said, please take me. Sash has made the last 12 years the happiest of my life.

Grrr... I just typed this and then my DH started talking to me and I lost it all because I hit a wrong button. To start over, I want to thank everyone for posting. I'm having such fun reading about your furbabies personalities, struggles and success stories. I thought it would be a good thread to refer back to as I am reading about your kitties in the future and can't quite remember who is who I'm cheating on this one and stealing it from the Science Diet site.



George


The vet thought that I probably found George at the age of one day. We heard him screaming and found him in a leaf pile. For a hairless little mouse he certainly had healthy lungs. I checked periodically throughout the day and no mother ever showed up. I took him in and raised him. The vet's office prepared me that the success of raising a cat this young without Mom cat might be very grim, but George was a survivor and I was going to do everything in my power to see that we would beat the odds.

He traveled in a shoe box every weekday to work with me and I fed him at my office desk (sometimes during department meetings). I was quite exhausted having to get up every three hours during the night to feed the required amount of formula. It seems like a distant memory now, but we made it! I guess it is a distant memory because he's six now!

George is without a doubt the largest cat I've ever seen and also he is extremely strong. He is afraid of the rain and terrified of storms. If it storms, he heads for the basement stairs like a good boy. In fact, he's scared of pretty much everything. His favorite toy is his baby, Sockie , which is a white rolled up cotton sock of mine that takes a tour of the house with him everyday. He meows loudly as he carries it. Sockie's home is between the toliet and the wall in my bathroom where he puts it everynight to go to sleep (this must be Sockie's home base) His favorite play toys are empty toliet paper rolls. He has to sit on them first because he doesn't like to play with them until they are flat.

Originally Posted by captiva

His favorite play toys are empty toliet paper rolls. He has to sit on them first because he doesn't like to play with them until they are flat.

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oh my oh my oh my....spittin' image of beloved little Freddie (RIP), just full-grown. Boy, do I have a huge soft spot in my heart for gray tabbies. Flat toilet paper rolls??? He likes them flat?

My story :

My cat name is Cleo and she 16 months old. She a crossbred and all black and golden eyes , so cute.I hand reared here from two days old and hard work but worth it. I just found out she got Feline Hyperesthesia , which like a mental disorder, But she my baby and do anything for her.

My kitties - quite quick as I don't have much time.

Elmo - Elmo is a very special cat to me. He is a Red Classic Tabby Bicolor Male Exotic. His show name is "Silver Double Grand Champion Captivating Tickle Me Elmo" and I believe that he was sent to me, by my two RB cats Garfield & Lolly. Garfield was a Red Classic Tabby Male Exotic and Lolly was a White Exotic, so join both of their colors together and you get Elmo. I honestly believe Elmo is both of them, because his personality reminds me of them. He looks alot like Garfield too - although he was no relation. The scary thing was that Lolly died just a few months before Elmo was born. Elmo was the son of my most all time favourite animal in my life Loonie. She was perfect. I loved her more then anything, and I still do. He was born in my room from a litter of six, sadly the sire of the litter [This was his first litter] was carrying this awful "water on the brain" and we lost four of the kittens, but Elmo survived and so did his sister Mary who is still doing well to this day. Elmo travelled around New Zealand with me for close to three years showing. He loved shows and he was easy to show. As a kitten he got 8 best in shows and then as an adult he got some top awards which relates to his high show title. Elmo is definitly one of my best friends - and I worry about him when he leaves me sight. He is an inside/outside cat but never wanders far. Poor boy got his leg trapped in the cartdoor one day and so he is scared of it. I could go on about my gorgeous boy for ages but I think he is extremely special.

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Benja-

Benja is my first Persian stud. He is a Black male Persian, and his show name is Grand Champion Pepperbox Moon Bear. We got Benja just under two years ago when he was about six months old. We were showing at a cat show - my two girls Holly & Sophie. And we went out to the "cats for sale" room and just fell in love with Benja. He was just a big pile of well groomed fluffy black fur. His owners are very good friends of ours and we said we were interested in him, we went and told Nana and she told us not to get him, but nope we had fallen for him.

About a week later we brought him home and I put him in my room to get settled in he was very scared and hid under the bed. Next day we took him out to the computer room and that's where he lived, until we moved house. He is now the most affectionate loving laidback animal I have the pleasure of owning. He is just gorgeous. It was his first show season this year and he did very well at shows hence the title. I had alot of fun showing him. He also sired his first litter this season, and he's a Daddy to the little girl in my signature. Benja is an awesome cat!

Danlara -

OK so Danlara is officially ours but he lives with my Mums boyfriend. So I guess he is not really ours anymore. Danlaras show name is Gemara Danlara and he is Blue Bicolor Exotic Male, imported from Melbourne, Australia. We got Danlara in 2003, he arrived and he was such a scary boy but now he is loving. He has sired many litters of kittens for us.

Don't have time right now to write the rest. Soooo still to come - L.E May, Muffin, Holly, Sophie & the 5 bratkids.

Sam.

Bumping for the new people and for people that didn't see thread before There are some wonderful stories here.

Leo: He's the oldest of my kitties at 7 years old. My oldest daughter Jamie had been doing really bad in school (discovered boys were more fun than studying) and her report card was just horrific! My mother took her out that day and adopted Leo from a local shelter. When I asked my mother, "What were you thinking......rewarding her for such a terrible report card?" She said, "Well I thought if she had a kitten, she would learn responsibility." Anyway, Leo was a scrawny little thing with ears that appeared too big for his body. But his sweet personality soon won me over. He hated closed doors (still does) and would scratch and meow anytime there was a door closed in the house. He is now a whopping 20 pounder who's greatest joy is sleeping the days away and being spanked on the area of his back close to his tail. He just purrs like crazy and won't let you stop spanking him.

Shelby: She's a real character! She is 5 years old and still a kitten at heart. I met Shelby one day when I had gone to a shelter in a neighboring town with the intentions of getting a male kitten as a buddy to Leo. I walked in and the lady said they only had three kittens.....two males...and one female....and she walked to their cage. The two males were very fluffy and cute....what I call "greeting card kitties" and the little female was so tiny and scrawny and looked a little malnourished. I picked up the first male and he just stiffened up and meowed and wouldn't relax. The second male freaked and bit me on the finger. All the while, this tiny little pitiful looking female was frantically climbing up the cage and meowing like crazy as if she was trying to get my attention. I said, "Ok ok....I'll pick you up too." I reached into the cage and picked up the little white and gray female and she immediately crawled up under my chin, rubbed her face on mine, snuggled into my neck, totally relaxed, and began purring with the loudest motor I've ever heard on a cat! I couldn't put her down after that. She chose ME! That Monday when I took her to the vet, she weighed 4 ounces and the vet said she was probably only 2-3 weeks old and was underweight. She said that Shelby looked too young to have been taken away from her mom and that she may not survive and I would have to bottle feed her. But Shelby had other ideas. She never would take a bottle and preferred the canned kitten food and ate like a champ. She was so little that I had to use a plastic bowl as her litterbox and she used it right from the start. Now she is fat and happy and the most loving cat I've ever seen. She still purrs like a freight train and gives me love nibbles on my cheek whenever I put my face up to her for a kiss. She's also very bossy and I call her "Princess" most of the time because that's how she acts.

Abby: She was alone and pregnant and wandering the streets when my oldest daughter found her one night. She came right up to Jamie and purred and let her pick her up. Abby is young.....probably just over a year old and very petite.....weighs a little over 5 lbs. About 4 weeks after Abby came to live with us, she went into labor and had Thomas and Cooper on Friday, July 30th. The next night at about 11:00pm....she went into labor again. This time, the kitten was breach and got stuck in the birth canal. I tried to help her deliver the kitten, but Abby is so small, and the kitten was large.....she was having trouble pushing it out. When the kitten finally came out, it wasn't breathing. I tried everything I knew to do and worked on that kitten for about a half hour. She never did start breathing. Little Maggie Moo looked just like Cooper and it still saddens me when I think about her and how I wish things had turned out different.

Thomas: He was Abby's firstborn son and was a character right from the start! Within 10 minutes of being born, he was trying to climb out of the box! He did everything faster than his brother......walked first....opened his eyes first.....etc. Now, at 6 months old, Thomas weighs about 7 lbs and is such a lover boy. This is the only home he's ever known, so he's totally comfortable with all of us and the other cats. He loves to climb up on the back of my computer chair, put his paws on my shoulders, and purr in my ear until I drag him into my lap for a snuggle.

Cooper: He was Abby's second son and was very timid at the beginning. In fact, I used to call him "Cry Baby" because everything seemed to scare him and he cried a lot. But he has outgrown that Cry Baby image now.....except for when he goes to the vet....then he reverts back to being my little Cry Baby. He's a lover boy too. He just purrs all the time.....even before I touch him! All I have to do is talk to him and he starts purring. He loves to be sweet talked......that makes him incredibly happy. He's also a big noodle when I pick him up. His whole body just feels like a rag doll and he conforms to my body however I hold him.

So those are MY babies.