We've taken on a new cat - Tigger

Well... Tigger, Three Legged Charlie and Shadow all lounge on the bed with Laptop and Stirling under the bed. Seems Laptop and Stirling just don't like Charlie or Tigger. Sigh...

Update: My wife Nancy gets up this morning (I had the night watch 8pm - 8am) to feed the motley crew of cats and finds that not one single one of them is coming over to demand breakfast. Hmmmm... this is strange since they get fed 3 times daily and overnight they seem to be famished. Looking around we find that Tiggers food bag has been broken into (not a mean feat in and of it self since it was on the top of a bookcase that only one of the cats is capable of getting to (alpha cat Shadow ) since it's behind a large box. Hmmm it's been chewed open AND one of them figured out how to get the rather sturdy clothes pin off the folded over open end.

Hmmmm All of them looked at Nancy as if to say: "Good morning my slave, did you come down to give us attention? We're not hungry so go away [smug look on faces] so that's all we need"

You had better watch out...once they learn how to get & pay for their own food, they may dismiss you and your wife altogether!

Or perhaps they will chain you to the furniture so you can provide belly rubs and scritches, and are at their 24/7 disposal. I'd keep a sharp eye!

Originally Posted by clixpix

You had better watch out...once they learn how to get & pay for their own food, they may dismiss you and your wife altogether!

I think they like to much to get rid of us.

Or perhaps they will chain you to the furniture so you can provide belly rubs and scritches, and are at their 24/7 disposal. I'd keep a sharp eye!

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They've not figured out the lock to the drawer so we're safe.

Update on Tigger:

While Tigger lived with my father/mother in law, he LOVED lounging on top of the fridge so he could observe what's going on in the kitchen and make comments on what they were cooking for dinner (and if it met his requirements for dinner)

I came home after the day watch (8AM-8PM) and when I walked into the kitchen I almost lost it. Tigger was trying his best to slither under the cabinet so he could assume the position he was used to at the other house. The space between the top of the fridge and the bottom of the cabinet is just a smidgen TOO SMALL. Tigger could get into the space if he were laying on his side but he wanted to crawl/slither as was his wont from previous life. He complained MIGHTILY while wriggling and it was quite humorous to see his backside moving back and forth and no place to go.

Tigger just kind of glared at me and when I walked up to the fridge he walked onto my shoulder and put his tail into my face (hmm did he just tell me what he thought of my laughter??) and than told me to let him down to the floor.

Yes master... I'll get a snack for you and give you a through petting.

It seems they like to take my socks and carry them around the house of late. We call it fetch kitty mode. When they get really flaky it's not uncommon to find the toilet paper rolls unwound.

Update:

Tigger and Charlie have become buddies. Both being orange tabby (Charlie does have white though) is why we think they've done so. They also like Shadow Ram (alpha)
They both seem to enjoy terrorizing Sterling and Laptop. Sigh... so we have to rotate they're being upstairs with us to give them opportunity to interact with the slaves.

The running and chasing each other (among those who like each other is fun) and using the kitchen cabinets for bounce turns will occur. The LOUD complaints that the guest bathroom sink faucet is not on letting them drink (followed by going to the master bathroom and deja vu complaints of course) still persist.

Three legged Charlie has taken great enjoyment watching kitty TV (large window overlooking bird feeder, bird bath and deck railing that squizzles/birds perch/run upon. The neighborhood cats seem to take pleasure basking on the rail and taunting the indoor cats (and our two Alaskan Malamutes who remain outside most of the day)

We have found that Three Legged Charlie has also taken to gazing upon Sunshine, our Cockatiel cage beside the kitty TV window, with some longing. He has been caught trying to reach the cage from the window sill, to which we object loudly. We DON'T EAT FAMILY Charlie!! and chase him away. So he gets banished to the basement when we're not home or at night when all cats but Tigger are downstairs with our son.

Tigger will spend the night with us, walking over my head to get to my darling wife. Tigger gazes upon my darling wife with adoration. He follows her around the house. Sleeps curled up on her all night. He'll risk slipping into the bathtub when she's taking a bath (he's done that once, much to his chagrine and LOUD complaints) I'm only tolerated provided I give him attention while he waits for the water to get cold (or he decides that all he wanted was attention and runs away from the bathroom, not an uncommon act he does - - the other cats will drink 99% of the time)

ALL of them have figured out how to get to the quilting stash and use it as a fine pillow. Wonderful new smells abound. They also like to help on the cutting board, holding down the fabric, rulers and objects placed there. Ah... it's nice to have helper kitties.

Bed making is just as fun. 4 cats help (Sterling takes no notice of bed making) to make the bed. Jumping, pouncing and running back and forth on the bed is amusing beyond belief it seems.

All the cats will be under the bed when a thunder clap comes to visit and they will be very quiet till the thunder passes.

Life goes on with so many Masters. %^ )

I've been remiss in posting an update about Tigger.

A couple of weeks ago we took Tigger in for a followup on his kidney disease and we got the word from the vet that his condition is much improved. The only outward problem is that he will drink lots of water. We have no problem living with this, but it does get humorous when he begs for us to turn on the sink water 20 seconds after he's had a L O N G drink. He'll require lots of petting and positive words most of the time (we think that's why he does it %^ )

He's also become quite laid back. (except for Laptop and Kaitu the dog)

Thanks for the update. I love reading about Tigger.

Tigger somehow managed to get outside today (I most likely left a screen door open before I went to work) It was twilight and Nancy said she looked out on the deck and there he was. Huddled up in the corner..... nervous little kitty he was.

I should point out that Tigger was NEVER an outside kat. Methinks he wanted to investigate the kitty TV and when it got dark AND windy (he has never liked the wind) it stopped him in his tracks.

She called to him and faster than a speeding bullet, in he came to bonk her on the leg... PURRING very loud.

Ah... you rescued.. ah I mean you let me explore the deck. THANK YOU my slave.

now get me some food.

Congratulations Felton!
I can see that Tigger is a great Boy! ..

Thank you for the Tigger update! Whew, what a close call! It is amazing what the TLC has done for Tigger! I really enjoy reading the antics of your household! {{{Prayers & good vibes}}} for continued good health for Tigger - your wife must be so happy that you are being so wonderfully supportive!

We have 5 masters: Tigger (oldest @ 13) Shadow Ram (alpha 9yr.) Laptop (brother of Shadow [ same litter] and Sterling [ next litter 8 yr.] ) Sterling and Charlie (youngest)
One dog Kaitu (11 yr.) (we had to put Sitka down recently sniff) and one Cockatiel Sunshine (14 yr.)

All of them interact with all the others, except for Tigger (who does not like dogs)
I don't think we'll ever know what happened to Tigger when he was very young for him to hate dogs..... sigh. We still have hope though.

Another Tigger Update:
My master has discovered that the heating pad I use to warm my legs, while in bed, is the perfect place to "survey his domain". (I have to use the heating pad or my legs will cramp during the night) I don't have a say in the matter till my darling wife comes to bed. He MUST have the area where the heating pad heats his sleeping form. The looks I receive, and the rather insistant "What are you trying to do with MY space slave?" The arrival of my wife gives me respite since Tigger MUST use her as a sleeping pad. He is enamored of my wife (as I am) and follows her around the house and goes where she goes. I am the stairs/hallway/bridge/pathway to her if I happen to be between the two. The ONLY use I seem to serve is to turn on the water of the sink he uses to drink or to serve his food to him if I happen to be walking by him in the kitchen. (He is the only master we have that will eat when he's hungry and leave food in the bowl when he's full so we have to pick up his food and put it in the food closet)
Tiggers manner seems to be getting more gentle as time goes on. Our gentle way around the house is NOT the tension filled atmosphere where he used to live. He now allows me to "ratch" near his tail where he used to scratch/bite if you got too close to the tail. He's starting to allow the belly scratch also. LOUD PURR machine has been built since he came to live and control us. He "rarely" purred before.
My in-laws have remarked that Tigger "must like it here"

Now if he would only start to tolerate the dog.

We still have hopes

Aaah see I'm so glad to see I'm not the only person to use the word "squizzle"! Tigger seems to really have it good with you guys! You're doing something really wonderful for him and I'm sure he knows that, even if he doesn't show it THAT often!

Really enjoyed reading this thread! Great to hear Tigger is getting on so well

And to think your in-laws were going to have him put down! It sounds as if he's enjoying life, except for the two minor annoyances of the dog and not having his own heating pad.

Another Update:
Tigger and all the others who get along with him (Shadow Ram & Charlie) have discovered that I don't flop around when laying on the couch. Therefore I'm fair game as a pillow. I was laying back talking to my DW on the phone, when Charlie decides that the slave is in perfect position for lounging. He stretches out on my legs and promply rolls his eyes up and contemplates his navel. Not wishing to upset this three legged master, I put the phone on the floor and wonder what's next. I'm motionless and fair game. Tigger saunters in and stops in front of the couch. He gazes upon my supine position for quite a long time. He decides that room is available and settles down on my stomach. I resign myself for a longer "rest upon" the couch than initially planned. My coffee calls.... so I drink slowly. I spy an open eye by Tigger who decides that the movement can be tolerated for the short time I'm drinking. He goes back to contemplating his navel in the legs tucked under (we call it the meatloaf position since it does somewhat resemble a meatloaf) with his tongue just slightly stuck out of his mouth. That indicates that a long contemplation is now started.

Somehow during the process my eyes seem to have rolled up and my navel is now being contemplated. I snore, which seems to be a trigger for loud purring.


The LOUD purring and noise from the slave that seems to indicate he is now going to move has attracted the attention of Shadow Ram. The smallest cat, and Alpha has been called to the living room. He decides to join us and the only space available is on my chest. He walks gingerly in circles, attempting to find the perfect position for his navel contemplation. This motion has percolated down into my snore generator as something unusual and that maybe I should just awaken enough to investigate the motion. Shadow Ram decides that facing south is acceptible. His tail is now 2 inches from my nose. I am glad he takes fastidious care of his toilet.

I must gently blow the long hair that is now in very close vicinity to my lips, which are covered with lip balm. I am not successful in keeping the long hair from now adhering to my lips. Sigh....

I once again fall into the contemplation and in the distance I hear the garage door opening. Son and wife return.

They seem to amused at my posture and quietly go get the camera. ALAS my masters have detected they primary FOOD dispensers return and awaken, stretch and head for the kitchen before son or wife can get the camera.

I am left with many cat hairs upon my lips. Darling wife comes over to kiss but detects the hair and starts to laugh.

Ah... life among so many masters continues.

Awwww....skritches to Tigger!
Linda

Tigger has started leaving a straw on my pillow. He will HUNT them down and attack them, not unlike a kitten who has just discovered the effects of catnip. Loud and distinctive merrooows can be heard throughout the house when the "Great Straw Hunter" has made his appearance within our midst. The quiet time is often the period that he is stalking the prey. A successful hunt is announced and he will wrestle and roll with the prey till it is surly dead. It is displayed for all to see while he prances around. The ceremony whereupon he places this "kill" can sometimes seem to be elaborately planned or executed with painstaking attention to numerous parts or details that are only known to the "Great Hunter". OR... it's drop and quickly start the hunt once again.

I'm unsure if Tigger is using me as the dumping ground or he's trying to feed me.

Oh well.. it's another day caring for my masters. %^ )