Favorite Toy: Anything and Everything, whatever the new toy is, mostly lamb skin mousies, jingle balls, ribbons and strings and lazer pointers
Favorite Nap Spot: nap? River doesn't nap, River Runs!
Favorite Food: Treats and Sheeba wetfood and People food Tuna
Skills: is being a fuzzy love bug a skill?
Arrival Story: After we moved to CA from New England, we were very lonely in the new apartment with no pets. We had both lost our kitties the winter before to old age and the house felt so empty with no kittens in it. Before we even had furniture in the house, we went to a local rescue no kill shelter to find ourselves some feline friends. I went in with the plan on getting at least two kitties, daddy wanted only one. While sitting in the main room a big handsome black and white cat jumped into mommy's lap (River) and informed her he would like to go home with her. He was so fantastic, however, Mommy really wanted a female companion, so she kept looking. After walking around the shelter for a few minutes a beautiful female Siamese selected me for her new mommy, however, she hated her new daddy. Daddy was having even more problems. Every kitty he walked near ran away and wouldn't even let him pet them. After about an hour, feeling very dejected, Daddy collapsed into a chair in the big cat room to rest. As he was sitting there, River wandered over, looked up at him with his big baby eyes, jumped up into his lap, and promptly fell asleep. At that moment, we both knew he would be coming home with us and the Siamese! Starting that day, River and his new pretty sister Simone joined our family.
Bio: River was abandoned in Sacramento near the River and found his way into a feral colony. After a while there he was attacked by a bigger tom and as a result now tests positive for FIV. Although we don't know most of his background, we know he is the sweetest cat we have ever owned. He is full of energy, a love bug, a mommy's boy, a squeaker, and a Prince. We wouldn't have him any other way!
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Chosen as Dreamboat #65 by Samoa on January 29, 2012
I have FIV, and mommy is always finding that people don't know enough about it and say truly hurtful things about her baby boy because of it. Mommy wants to post some information about FIV here and some helpful sites to help end the discrimination against babies like me!
1. You cannot get FIV from your kitty, neither can your doggy, or any one else. Only cats can catch FIV.
2. FIV can only be passed through blood or saliva transfer. Most commonly through sexual contact or through a deep bite wound. (If you get your cats fixed, both these problems are pretty much solved.)
3. Cats with FIV can live a long healthy life and may never display any signs of the disease, finally passing on one day of a completely unrelated medical condition.
4. You cannot, repeat CANNOT, contract FIV from merely breathing the same air as me. It is NOT an airborne disease, please stop telling me I can't go places.
5. I have lived with sister through some very traumatic times. When her teeth were all torn up and bleeding, I protected her, groomed her, and guarded her. When she is healthy we play, we wrestle. Guess what? Sister... is still FIV negative.
Here are some helpful links to people with lots of FIV knowledge. Please don't pass on a kitty because he or she has FIV, and don't put us down just because we get it.
Oh my catness kitties, I can't even begin to find all the Easter Eggs you guys sent my way, it's a good thing you didn't hide them! I'd be looking forever! Thank you to all of egg giving friends! You kitties are awesome pawsome!
So, an update on the River Teeth. My teethies look lovely now, but I am short one gorgeous fang and that's a little sad. I was having some problems with the pain management part of it, I was rubbing my face on EVERYTHING, and I do mean EVERYTHING! I knocked over a chair rubbing up against it so much. Hehehe! I also almost rolled off the table rolling around trying to scratch my poor jaw. My favorite though was to follow mommy and cry at her 'mommy, pick me up please!' and then when she did, RUB ALL OVER HER FACE! hehehe! Mommy faces are the best for pain management. Lucky for me my parents love me, so they went and gots me more pain killers from my super awesome vet lady. I have a follow up in 2 weeks to make sure it all still looks good, but I think it will.
And the other quick update, last night, mommy talked to Mr. Big! She gave me my pain killers and was walking past the window in the dinning room when she saw this SUPER FLUFFY tail go by. She looked out, and Chester was snoozing on the towel and Mr Big was at the food bowl eating with his back to Chester, they must be pretty use to one another, that's a good thing, they don't fight anymore! Mr Big looked up, saw mommy, and promptly shuffled around so she couldn't see him as easily and kept eating. Smart guy, food first, mommy second! hehehe! After he cleaned the bowl, he trotted down the steps, stopped on the landing, turned and looked at mommy and said "mraow?" and then sat looking at her. Mommy was so surprised. She smiled at him and cooed about how handsome he is (I'm more handsome of course but I forgive her, she's trying to win him over) He kept talking back to her, when he went the rest of the way down the steps he stopped in the courtyard and groomed his face a little, glanced back up at us, said one more thing, and then trotted off. I think that's pretty good progress kitties. He's no longer spooked by mommy, he knows she's good peoples! He doesn't fight with Chester anymore and he doesn't run when he sees mommy, progress! After he trotted off, mommy went out and pet Chester, turns out, Bell was out there too on our neighbor's stairs. She fights with everybody, so Mr Big must be getting awfully smooth if she didn't fight with him! I'm thinking this guy might actually be catchable kitties! We're going to get that big guy vetted and then, who knows! Maybe I'll have a super cool brofur to play with!
Ok, first off, Thank you SO MUCH to EVERYONE who helped to celebrate my DDP a few days ago! You kitties are Awesome Pawesome! I wanted to give you all a little update since lots of kitties asked about Mr Big and how he's doing now.
I also just want to say that last night mommy took away our food and this morning she took us off to the vet to get our teeths cleaned. I'm not a happy River. They are going to pull my front fang, I'm going to be lopsided fangless. Sad River Meows.
Anyways, last night we had another (this time funny) run in with Mr. Big. I've told you about how Chester and Bell like to hang out on our landing, well into the evening sometimes cause, hey, they are up high and comfy, why should they leave? Mommy and Daddy are good to them and they can see their family coming and going so they knew what's up! Anyways, Chester was hanging out around 8-9 when Mr. Big likes to come for his dinner. Last time, we saw him hiding under the bushes when Chester was here. Last night, mommy was sitting on the sofa with me and Simone and all of a sudden outside we hear this loud MROEEEWWWWWWWWWW. Neither me or Sisfur even bothered lifting our heads, we were just like, 'oh god, the outside kitties are TALKING again!' It wasn't an angry noise, just a loud talking noise. Mommy heard it a few more times, and then she went and opened the door. Chester was sitting on the towel we keep out there for them and Mr. Big was on the lower landing just calling out loudly. They didn't seem angry or scared of one another, BUT the food bowls were empty! Mommy looked at Mr. Big, he looked at her. Then he turned and scampered down the steps, not as scared, but not up for being lovied on or caught yet. Mommy was like 'guess I should put out some food before he comes back and yells at me again' This morning, all the nom noms were eaten, so he must have come back, but I guess he wasn't all that happy that his dinner was late last night. 'HEY! Nice Lady! Come feed me! I'm hungry!' hehehehe!
We also talked to the people at our vets office, they have a trap they will loan us so we can trap him and then bring him in to get all vetted when we are ready. Since we're getting our toothies cleaned right now though that's pretty much our cat money for the month. Mommy says we're VERY expensive to keep. I don't know why we're paying all this money so I can have a funny lopsided smile. What's up with that? I'd rather have had dinner last night and stayed at home to sleep today and kept the money. Let Mr. Big have the vet budget for this month I say!
My mommy is really having a tough time recently with something you will all understand. You've heard me talk about my outside friends before, we've got a few of them. Last week, she had a run in with one of them that has left her feeling very depressed.
Two weeks ago, mommy realized very late at night that she had forgotten to put out nom noms for our strays that day. You see, because Bell and Chester (our neighbors kitties) like to hang out on our landing she doesn't put out the food until they have gone home. She and their mommy don't want them to become chunky monkeys either! Anyways, she went outside with a cup of food and looked down at the bushes across from our landing, and she saw Mr Big.
He was just sitting there, hiding in the bushes, waiting for mommy. He looked so scared, so hungry, so lonely. She felt awful. She knows how scared he is. She and daddy accidentally surprised him the other day and he absolutely freaked out and tore around the steps of our apartment trying to run away from them, they backed down the steps slowly, but he was so scared. Seeing him the other day, really tugged at her heart strings. She just watched him after she put down the food. Then she came inside and me and her sat at the window and watched him creep up and eat. He looked at us before he left, he's much bigger now, he looks healthier. Mommy is worried if we move out, he'll be in trouble again. She's not sure what to do with him. He's here every day kitties, every day he shows up for his nom noms, but this is the first time mommy's seen him waiting for the food like that. It made her very sad. He's such a beautiful kitty. Maybe he's getting bolder, maybe he's just hungrier.
It just made her sad to watch him, so she's writing about it here. There isn't much she can do other than feed him, but you know how the mommies are, the mommies who love us so much, the mommies (and daddies) who love all the kitties. I'm going to go give her some head bonks now, and then I'll help her do the laundry. If one thing will make her feel better and forget being sad, it's having to fish me out of the laundry basket of warm clean clothes again... and again... and again!
THOUGHTS OF A FERAL
* Dedicated by the author to all the kind and caring people who give the lonely ferals a little care, a little love, and a little hope.
I sit beneath the bushes as she fills my dish each day,
I only venture out to eat when she has gone away,
I know it will upset her when I turn away and hide,
As every day she tries her best to get me by her side.
I wish that I could let her know that I don't want to run,
And hope that she will understand it's nothing that SHE's done.
I'd like to have her stroke me and pat my weary head,
But fear will overcome and I'll run and hide instead.
For all the kindly people who feed the strays each day,
I pray the Lord will care for them as they have cared for me.