Nicknames: Lovebug, Leo McGee-O, McGee-gers, Boybug, Buttercup, Butter, Turkey, Buster, Cloud (original name), baby, little one, buddy, Mister, little Leo, Leobug, boybug
Gotcha Date: June 13th 2009
Birthday: March 15th 2009
Coloration: Lilac-Lynx Point
Likes: My mommy! I love to cuddle, knead, and purr while in my mommy's arms. Playing! I will play with anything! I like mousies and toys I can bat around.
Pet-Peeves: Sometimes Charlie, closed doors, when a toy rolls under a closed door
Favorite Toy: He likes to play with everything! Mousies, plastic rings, Charlie and Lucy
Favorite Nap Spot: On top of clean laundry, where else?
Favorite Food: Anything and everything!
Skills: Mountain climber (see bio!), has perfected the wide-eyed innocent gaze i.e. "Who, me?"
Arrival Story: About a year after my sweet Sally crossed the bridge, I was "just looking" at adoptable kitties on Petfinder. I came across Leo and just fell in love. After some emails with the rescue organization, I went down to Tucson to meet Leo and his brother Charlie. I couldn't stand to separate them and leave Charlie behind. With lots of thought (and some support from Catster friends!) I made the decision to adopt Leo AND Charlie. They came home on June 13th, 2009.
Bio: When Charlie and Leo were about 2-3 weeks old, someone brought them into a vet's office in a shoebox. The vet couldn't take them and the person was headed to a local kill shelter to drop them off. A woman in the vet's waiting room offered to take them. She bottle fed them for 3 weeks and then they were taken in by their foster mother who provided loving care until they were ready to be adopted and come home with me!
I am special: One day, when I was 6 months old, I couldn't jump any more. The ER vet thought I had a muscle strain. I didn't get better so we went back to the vet. She was very worried and ran lots of tests. Maybe FIP, maybe bone disease, maybe Toxoplasmosis, but no one knew for sure. Two days later, I was no longer able to stand or walk or use the litterbox. And then I stopped eating. It was very scary. I saw another vet. She referred me to a neurologist. He did a spinal tap and special electrophysiological testing and diagnosed me with peripheral neuropathy (possibly immune-mediated). That means that my brain's messages to the nerves in my legs weren't working right. I started on special medicine and am getting better! The power of the paw and all of the purrs from my Catster friends is what made the difference! I love you kitties!
Yesterday, when Mommy got home from work, she noticed I was walking kind of funny. You know my mommy, she got super worried that I may be having another neurological episode. She circled me, trying to determine which leg was making me a little wobbly.
When she got a glimpse of my floofy pants, guess what she saw?!
A swingin' dingleberry!
That's right, friends, I had a perfectly formed, HUGE, ball of poopie dangling from my floofy pants, swinging in the breeze! It was about the size of a bowling ball. Did I mention it was HUGE?!
Mommy made a move to grab me and I ran, letting that dingleberry swing back and forth as I leaped from the stairs to the couch to the windowseat! Mommy finally caught me and got rid of my swingin' dingleberry.
When Mommy was a work and I couldn't get it to stop following me, I had to accept that the dingleberry wasn't going anywhere. I considered naming it. It was so big and had so much swingin' personality, I almost missed it when it was gone!
In the ever-evolving land of nicknames (aka my house), I've picked up a new one- Snuggle Muffin. Yep. Snuggle Muffin. Mommy says I would be the most perfect-est Snuggle Muffin ever if I would snuggle with her AND not leave huge puddles of kitty drool all over her shirt. MOL!
In other news, guess who got crazy with Da Bird? Me! Here's a sneak peek of some of my new photos!