Fuzzy and I have a ritual whenever I go to clean out the litter trays. (I do this twice a day.) As I am kneeling down in front of the first tray, he runs a circle around me, then tilts his face up for a nose-bump.
Aww!
I am going to have to tell the story of a cat from my past. Technically, he was my parents' cat, but I was still living with my parents when Sam did.
Sam came to us after he had been living with a mother and daughter (ages 90 and mid/late-60s) that my father routinely brought communion to. Sam had shown up in their yard when he was a young adult, and had lived with them for 12 years when they both died within 3 months of each other. The rest of their family lived far away and had no intention of taking Sam, and started talking about putting him to sleep. Although he was at least 13, and not as spry as he once was, he was otherwise perfectly healthy. My dad brought Sam home to live with us. Ultimately, he lived for 8 years more with us. Sam was an "applehead" Siamese, so he was a very handsome fellow.
Now, Sam had been an indoor/outdoor cat in his previous home, with morning sleeping spots outside and afternoon sleeping spots inside (all depended on where the sun was, of course). While he never left the yard of the former owners when he was outside, we were afraid that if we let him go outside he might try to go back to his old home (which was about 5 miles as the crow flies, but about 13 by the road because of ravines). So we started walking him on a leash. He loved it and would come running at the sound of us getting the leash out (it was a lightweight chain with a handle--at the time, that seemed like the way all leashes were, so it rattled quite a bit). The quirkiest thing he did while on these walks was come to a dirt spot and roll around in it.
This led to one of his other quirks. My parents had an old canister vacuum with the long hose and attachments. Other cats would run away when we vacuumed (and granted, this didn't have the greatest suction). Not Sam. Sam ended up getting vacuumed with the round brush attachment, and you could hear him purr over the vacuum. He would take the brush out of the closet, in between times, too.
I took piano lessons, and so I'd be sitting on the piano bench practicing, when Sam would come and sit beside me on one side. He used to have a song to the tune of a phrase from Mozart's Rondo alla turca "Mister Sam, Mister Sam Mister Samuel wamel finest furry cat-tin. Mr Sam, Mister Sam, he's our finest furry cat". (Yes, I have been singing songs to cats I have known for a long time).
Aaaww! Sam sounds like he was a gem! It sounds like he was very happy in nature and social. My Speedy is a siamese mix and I also take her on harness walks! But she does not like the vacuum! I also am always singing a tune to Speedy! My most often sung song to her is "Bicycle Built For Two"! I sing "Speedy, Speedy, give me your answer, do....... I'm half crazy, all for the love of you........."!!! I am glad Sam found a furever home with you and that he lived a happy, long life!
I am going to have to tell the story of a cat from my past. Technically, he was my parents' cat, but I was still living with my parents when Sam did.
Sam came to us after he had been living with a mother and daughter (ages 90 and mid/late-60s) that my father routinely brought communion to. Sam had shown up in their yard when he was a young adult, and had lived with them for 12 years when they both died within 3 months of each other. The rest of their family lived far away and had no intention of taking Sam, and started talking about putting him to sleep. Although he was at least 13, and not as spry as he once was, he was otherwise perfectly healthy. My dad brought Sam home to live with us. Ultimately, he lived for 8 years more with us. Sam was an "applehead" Siamese, so he was a very handsome fellow.
Now, Sam had been an indoor/outdoor cat in his previous home, with morning sleeping spots outside and afternoon sleeping spots inside (all depended on where the sun was, of course). While he never left the yard of the former owners when he was outside, we were afraid that if we let him go outside he might try to go back to his old home (which was about 5 miles as the crow flies, but about 13 by the road because of ravines). So we started walking him on a leash. He loved it and would come running at the sound of us getting the leash out (it was a lightweight chain with a handle--at the time, that seemed like the way all leashes were, so it rattled quite a bit). The quirkiest thing he did while on these walks was come to a dirt spot and roll around in it.
This led to one of his other quirks. My parents had an old canister vacuum with the long hose and attachments. Other cats would run away when we vacuumed (and granted, this didn't have the greatest suction). Not Sam. Sam ended up getting vacuumed with the round brush attachment, and you could hear him purr over the vacuum. He would take the brush out of the closet, in between times, too.
I took piano lessons, and so I'd be sitting on the piano bench practicing, when Sam would come and sit beside me on one side. He used to have a song to the tune of a phrase from Mozart's Rondo alla turca "Mister Sam, Mister Sam Mister Samuel wamel finest furry cat-tin. Mr Sam, Mister Sam, he's our finest furry cat". (Yes, I have been singing songs to cats I have known for a long time).
I'm going to share my story about my cats breeder.
As most of you know that have ever went about buying a pedigree cat, you initially talk to the breeder on the phone and get pictures that way and such. Well on the first couple of phone calls I noticed she had a very thick, country accent, now granted I do live in mountainous western North Carolina, but most of us around here talk pretty plain. I let this slide though, considering the kittens and their parents were in very good condition.
We kept phone contact up daily, and she seemed a little odd but otherwise very sweet and always answered my questions.
Then came time for me to come see my baby, also the first time visiting the breeder. And what a surprise for me, that I was greeted by a completely toothless woman. And by toothless, I kid you not, not one single tooth in her head.
Her house was nice, her cattery area was perfect, but her own physical condition was aweing.
My mom, who went with me , now gives me hell because upon bringing my kitty home, she stared at my teeth in absolute amazement! Like she had never seen them before!!! Oh lord, I'll never forget that poor kittens face looking up at my set of chompers [emoji]128514[/emoji][emoji]128514[/emoji][emoji]128514[/emoji]
That's so cute and funny!
Zander has many quirks.... she will take my socks and drag them all over the house. She loves bubble wrap and will find it no matter where we put it. She drags it around and puts it where we will step on it. She almost gave my room mate a heart attack the other day because Zander put the bubble wrap right in front of the bathroom door.
When it's time for bed she will follow me around meowing because she knows she gets fed just before bedtime. She won't give me any peace until I give in and go to bed then she sits by her bowl and stares at me until I open the can of food
I'm not sure why she has an obsession with socks. When I get home from work I walk through the house picking up socks that I KNOW was in my room in the laundry basket.
Are you sure there's no catnip on that sock? Our cats act like that with catnip.
I have another one for little Miss Zander.....
I've been working with her, getting her use to a harness so she can go outside on a leash instead of being loose. Well she will wear it for a while and when she is ready for it to be off, she will go under the couch and SOMEHOW get it off. She will hide her harness under the couch.
Are you sure there's no catnip on that sock? Our cats act like that with catnip
Zander is so small it don't take much for her to slip out of it. We got the smallest one they had a PetSmart. She wants to go outside so bad but I'm afraid she will slip out of the harness while we are outside.
I think you can take it young Zander is not a fan of her harness there @kntrygrl256. Mouse uses the sofa / furniture to escape from his harness too.He's worked out that if he can get the leash wrapped round or snagged on something heavy and pulls back from it then the harness will pull off.If I ever have to put it on him when we're out he will need really close supervision. So far he won't go outside but I use it when doing stuff like cleaning windows (which means they have to be fully open and he could leap out).