Photo Comments Age: 9 Years Sex: Male Weight: 9 lbs.
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Ivan-the-Terrible, Ivan Ivanovich
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A good chin scratching and tuna-surprise--if he can have both together, it's even better!
Not being allowed to share our human dinners and told the dog is, in fact, allowed to be in his room.
Hmm . . . we've yet to find it. Ivan's a sleep, lazy sort of cat, not much for playing with anything.
Favorite Nap Spot:
Any good computer keyboard will do, he's not picky: ) Although, truth-be-told, he does prefer one that's presently in use.
He can type nonsense with his chin, all four feet and, occasionally, he's even managed a full-body paragraph.
My parents feed a great number of feral stray cats outside their rural home. Unfortunately, not only do all the cats no where to go when they no longer have a home, but so do the humans too lazy to find a safe place for their unwanted cats. Ivan was apparently dropped off by some reckless former owner and took refuge under my parents' porch, terrified.
After a few days, he did creep out from beneath the porch to snatch a few bites of catfood before diving, once more, for cover. After a few weeks, he'd allow a few brief strokes along his back while he sampled tuna and catfood. Gradually, he became comfortable enough with my parents' to allow them to pet him properly.
On a visit to my parents' home I was introduced to Ivan and had the rare opportunity to pet him and even, with a few panicked-moments, pick him up. To my astonishment he had been neutered and four-paw declawed by some undeserving bastard, before being abandoned. It was clear, defenseless, he couldn't be left outdoors and my parents were unable to add another cat to their indoor-family. So, Ivan came home with me.
He spent his first few weeks hiding in my walk-in closet, stretched out beneath rows of hanging clothes. He'd purr and caper for me if I reached in to pet him, but he didn't come out often--he ate, surreptitiously, in the night and was hidden again by morning. He attacked the dog if she ventured into his domain, slapping her with his useless paws and hissed--loudly and often--at our resident closet-cat, Sophie Sue.
Months later, Ivan is happy, healthy, and quite comfortable parading around our house. He loves our office, where there are plenty of valuable perches and even more plentiful opportunities to distract us humans from work. He likes to be held, carried, and will sit peacefully on our laps as we type away. But, best of all, he loves to hang half-off, half-on our desks, right on the edge, purring in his sleep; he rolls off more often than not, but doesn't seem to mind. Just like all the little set-backs he's experience in life, Ivan rolls over, cleans himself a bit, and starts all over.
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Oh? You needed this keyboard, you say?
I've Been On Catster Since:
|August 12th 2009
||More than 6 years!
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