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Hey guys! I've posted a few things here but I've never formally introduced myself. I got my first cat in June of this year. I've always wanted a cat but never got one because as a child I had very severe allergies. I finally decided to just go for it and attempt to keep my allergies under control using medication. A girl at work had a cat with kittens, which is where I got my beautiful Freya.
She's in a cone right now because she was just spayed and developed an infection, so they had to add an external suture. Anyway, I got her from a coworker who agreed to take her back if my allergies were unmanageable. Luckily, I haven't had anything more severe than the occasional itchy eye, which is great because I fell absolutely in love with her within an hour of having her. She is a very good natured cat, she wants to snuggle in the mornings before she will even touch her food, and hasn't tried to get her cone off since the first day of wearing it.
After having Freya for a while and realizing I had outgrown my allergies, I decided I would like to get a second cat to keep her company while I was at work. She had a bad habit of tormenting the dog when I got home. I began looking at shelter cats, but planned on holding off until after I got her spayed, so it wouldn't be as stressful for her. I had also planned on getting a male cat, with the hopes there would be fewer territorial issues between two cats of opposite genders. However, life doesn't always go according to plan.
I was taking Freya in for her last round of vaccinations when I heard mewling coming from the bushes. I just assumed it was a stray cat, we get a lot of those where I live. I set Freya's carrier on the ground to buckle my niece into her car seat, and when I turned around there was a tiny ball of fur pressed up against Freya's carrier. She bolted when I neared her, and I thought that was the end of it. I took Freya to her appointment and brought her home. A couple of hours later I had to let the dogs out of the house. They ran around the yard sniffing because they knew a kitten had been out earlier, and then they went absolutely nuts over our lilac bush. I quickly figured out the kitten must be hiding there, so I herded the dogs inside and went to investigate. I heard tiny little cries, and despite laying on my belly looking into the bush I couldn't find her. I happened to glance up and there she was, clinging to the tippy top branches of our seven foot tall lilac bush. She let me help her down, and the rest is history. I took her to the vet that day (I had mentioned on Freya's visit there was a tiny kitten hanging out around my house). They told me she was six weeks old and had fleas and likely worms, but other than that she was in good health. I looked, but couldn't find mommy or litter mates anywhere.
I brought her home and named her Zelda. It took a couple of days, but she and Freya were fast friends. They now do everything together, including using the litter box. Half the time Freya treats her like her own kitten. If I had allowed her to have kittens, she probably would have been a great mommy. It's been a heck of a week and a half, they've been mostly separated so Freya can heal from her surgery in peace. Zelda is very loud and outgoing. She's going to be a very bossy kitty, I can already tell. Surprisingly, despite her previous experience she is unafraid of the dog (although he's scared of her, the big baby). She loves being snuggled and playing with shoelaces. She perched on my shoulder while I did makeup one morning, and refused to be deterred. She had a bad habit of trying to suckle unusual places when I first got her, like my lips or eyelids. (?!) Anyway, Freya is six months old this month and Zelda is ten weeks, and I haven't had them very long, but I can't remember what I did without them.
Sorry for the long post, guys, but that's our story. What's yours?
She's in a cone right now because she was just spayed and developed an infection, so they had to add an external suture. Anyway, I got her from a coworker who agreed to take her back if my allergies were unmanageable. Luckily, I haven't had anything more severe than the occasional itchy eye, which is great because I fell absolutely in love with her within an hour of having her. She is a very good natured cat, she wants to snuggle in the mornings before she will even touch her food, and hasn't tried to get her cone off since the first day of wearing it.
After having Freya for a while and realizing I had outgrown my allergies, I decided I would like to get a second cat to keep her company while I was at work. She had a bad habit of tormenting the dog when I got home. I began looking at shelter cats, but planned on holding off until after I got her spayed, so it wouldn't be as stressful for her. I had also planned on getting a male cat, with the hopes there would be fewer territorial issues between two cats of opposite genders. However, life doesn't always go according to plan.
I was taking Freya in for her last round of vaccinations when I heard mewling coming from the bushes. I just assumed it was a stray cat, we get a lot of those where I live. I set Freya's carrier on the ground to buckle my niece into her car seat, and when I turned around there was a tiny ball of fur pressed up against Freya's carrier. She bolted when I neared her, and I thought that was the end of it. I took Freya to her appointment and brought her home. A couple of hours later I had to let the dogs out of the house. They ran around the yard sniffing because they knew a kitten had been out earlier, and then they went absolutely nuts over our lilac bush. I quickly figured out the kitten must be hiding there, so I herded the dogs inside and went to investigate. I heard tiny little cries, and despite laying on my belly looking into the bush I couldn't find her. I happened to glance up and there she was, clinging to the tippy top branches of our seven foot tall lilac bush. She let me help her down, and the rest is history. I took her to the vet that day (I had mentioned on Freya's visit there was a tiny kitten hanging out around my house). They told me she was six weeks old and had fleas and likely worms, but other than that she was in good health. I looked, but couldn't find mommy or litter mates anywhere.
I brought her home and named her Zelda. It took a couple of days, but she and Freya were fast friends. They now do everything together, including using the litter box. Half the time Freya treats her like her own kitten. If I had allowed her to have kittens, she probably would have been a great mommy. It's been a heck of a week and a half, they've been mostly separated so Freya can heal from her surgery in peace. Zelda is very loud and outgoing. She's going to be a very bossy kitty, I can already tell. Surprisingly, despite her previous experience she is unafraid of the dog (although he's scared of her, the big baby). She loves being snuggled and playing with shoelaces. She perched on my shoulder while I did makeup one morning, and refused to be deterred. She had a bad habit of trying to suckle unusual places when I first got her, like my lips or eyelids. (?!) Anyway, Freya is six months old this month and Zelda is ten weeks, and I haven't had them very long, but I can't remember what I did without them.
Sorry for the long post, guys, but that's our story. What's yours?
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