Sex: Male Weight: 8 lbs.
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Bandie, Bandit, Brat, Big Nose, Little Bitty Bandie Boy
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August 1st 1998
Black and White
Men/Boys - when Bandit was a kitten a little boy came by and yanked and prodded at his ears and tail so he doesn't trust men at all!
His stuffed pound kitty that we taught him to release his anger on instead of bitting us.
Favorite Nap Spot:
Dry Cat food only will not eat any treats or wet food!
Hissing at the male guests. He usually hisses at the pizza men!
One stormy night our Uncle's cat Meeko was prowling the neighborhood when she came across a black, soaking wet, male kitten. Meeko picked him up and brought him home. My Aunt and Uncle didn't know what to do with a few days old kitten so they called my mother. She called the vet and asked and they told her about the formula and the stimulating and she related it to my Aunt. My Aunt told her she was just going to give him regular cat food and see what happens. My Mother wouldn't stand for this. She drove over and picked up the kitten.
When my father, sister and I got home from our vacation. We told them we had a surprise for them from Michigan and they told us they had a surprise for us. Our Surprise was some frogs we caught and brought home...their surprise was much better.
Bandit was so tiny. He had plenty of extra room in the palms of our child size hands. We all took turns feeding and stimulating Bandit until he was old enough to eat and use the bathroom on his own. He became part of our family from that day on.
Bandit got his name because he was either abandoned or stolen by Meeko from his home. Bandit has always been tiny. He is skinny and looks like a kitten.
Bandit was a Bitter as a kitten. It may have been because we had to nurse him by bottle or because he had no littermates to fight. To get him to stop we tried everything the vet told us to no avail. Some of the techniques actually made him more aggressive. So, we came up with our own solution. We took a child's pound kitty toy and whenever Bandit would bite we would tell him no and then rough him up with his pound kitty. Then Bandit would take his anger out on the toy and not our hands, feet, or what ever else he could find available on our bodies. Then as he got older when he was angry we would say, "Where's your Pound Kitty?" and Bandit would run and find his Pound Kitty and wrestle and bite it until he felt better about himself.
Bandit is a very sweet little boy but he can hiss really loudly when he wants to make his point across. When Bandit was a kitten a little boy, about 7, came by with his mother and he was playing with Bandit right in front of us when all of a sudden this little boy started picking up Bandit by his head and pulling his tail and limbs. He started picking him up and shaking him by them. As we all tried to get this Developmentally challenged child off Bandit his mother just sat there laughing at the situation. She never even apologized. This is the reason Bandit does not like Boys or Men. From that day on he would hiss his little brains out at any Male human that came in his vicinity. He never bit them or anything and he still will let them hold him if one of the girls hands him over to the boys but he doesn't trust them. And in my opinion he has a good reason not to trust them after that.
Where's your Pound Kitty?
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February 16th 2011 7:42 am
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Bandit passed away last year and the pain of my favorite male kitty gone still haunts me.
It feels like it was alot longer ago. Not just a year without my Bandie.
I miss him!
January 31st 2010 4:58 pm
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We are very sad today because yesterday 1-30-2010 my kitten Bandit passed away. He was only 12 yrs old. Born sometime in August 1998.
The last few years Bandit had to stay in the ol' coal room in the basement of my parents house by him self because Patch didn't like him. Mom would bring Princess, Patch and Bandit up at separate times to run around the house so no one would cause anyone else any hardships.
Bandit Bo we will miss you terribly. Too bad I never got to take you with me when I moved away from home, but you were so wonderful that the whole family wanted to share you.
I remember when I first got to hold you in my hands. You were so small you fit into the palm of my young hand. You were so helpless only a few days old. We really bonded because we had to care for you so extraordinarily your first few months with us.
Then you went through your brat cat stage where you were a little fighter and a biter but we loved you still. We taught you to take your anger & aggression out on your stuffed pound kitty who was larger than you instead of us. You were friends with that pound kitty all your days and would carry your buddy everywhere with you. If we saw you with out your pound kitty we would just have to say one phrase to have you rushing back to find him, "Go Get your Kitty" or "Where's your kitty?" and off you'd go to rescue him from...the floor, the cat tree, the couch or where ever you had left him moments before.
You weren't a kitty that wanted to stay in the shadows and just live your kitty life unnoticed. You were the loudest and most obnoxious kitty at times. You voiced your opinions loudly. If the pizza man came to the door you had to first investigate and then give your blunt opinion of him, "HHSSSSSSSSSSSSHH!!!" NO PIZZA MAN or Guest was safe from you judgment. You also liked to go through visiting guest’s belongings to make sure they didn't have any valuables (kitty favorable valuables) that you may like to "borrow" until they noticed they were gone.
You didn't need the extravagant things in life. "Take that tuna away"
"No treats for me"
"Cheese, what do I look like a mouse?"
You dined on regular dry cat food, no human food or treats. Not because we didn't share them with you or ask you to eat them. You just knew your place and you weren't one of those kitties who needed to be bribed.
You were an adventurer & explorer. The rafters, back of the closets, the cupboards, the shower rail you had visited them all and mapped their layouts. You took risks like when you were just 3 months old and you jumped off of the staircase...it didn't matter that it was about 10 feet off the ground. You had to try it. Everyone thought that Lisa had thrown you off the stairs because your light little body had made the most horrendous boom when you landed on your feet at the bottom of the stairs. Why did you do it...I don't know. Why do people jump out of planes? I guess for the adventure and thrilling experience of doing something new.
We love you Bandit Bo and will miss you always. You are one of those kitties that will stay with the ones that knew you for the rest of their lives** We love you Dearly and know that you will forever hold a special place in our hearts.
Love your human sister,
**I'm sure even the pizza man still tells his tail...I mean tale of when this 3lb kitty scared him away from a house when he was delivering pizza.
December 28th 2009 12:24 pm
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My best friend is a Pound Kitty!
Yes, this is me Bandit speaking and the pound kitty didn't come from a shelter it came from my closet. My Best Friend is a Stuffed Pound Kitty...well two of them actually. I have a pair of them - one white and one tan.
Okay, you may find it odd being almost 13 years old and still playing with stuffed animals but if you knew my pound kitties like I do you wouldn't find it odd at all.
My Auntie Meeko found me when I was a few days old. Meeko was one of Patch's littermates. She was the only Grey one out of a litter of six kittens. That’s enough about her though. It was a dark and stormy night the night Meeko found me. She was prowling the neighborhood when she came across a black, soaking wet, male kitten -namely me. Meeko picked me up by the scruff and brought me to her home. Meeko lived with my family's Aunt Debbie and Uncle Frankie. Aunt Debbie and Uncle Frankie didn't know what to do with a kitten only few days old so they called my human mother. My mother called the vet and learned about the formula and the stimulating that was needed to keep me alive and she related it to Aunt Debbie. Aunt Debbie told her she was just going to give me regular cat food and see what happens. My Mother wouldn't stand for this. She drove over and picked me up from Aunt Debbie's house. When my human Father and Sister's got home from their vacation. Mom told them there was a surprise for them.
I was that surprise. I could fit in a child size hand with ease. I had to be fed every 2 hours. The family all took turns feeding and stimulating me until I was old enough to eat and use the bathroom on my own. From that day on I was no longer a stray. I had a family.
The only problem was I didn't have any littermates or a Cat Momma to teach me the ropes. I had to learn from a species that didn't understand my language. It was all very much like Helen Keller.
I became a Bitter during my young months. My Human Mother tried every trick the Veterinarian told her with no avail. Some of the techniques actually made me madder and more aggressive. For example the Vet told them to put hot pepper in my mouth when I was biting and to hold their large human thumbs on the top of my mouth until I stopped biting. These were Epic Failures. So, my Human Mother came up with her own solution. She and the girls took a child's Pound Kitty toy with them and whenever I would bite them they would tell me "No!" and then make me rough house with my Pound Kitty. It only took a few times before I would take my anger out on the Pound Kitty and not on the people's hands, feet, or other body parts.
The Veterinarian couldn’t believe that worked. Every time we would visit the Veterinarian she would always bragged about how she told her clients about the Pound Kitty success. She probably got rich off that advice…it really worked miracles.
As I got older whenever I was angry or frustrated they would say, "Bandit, Where's your Pound Kitty?" or “Get your Kitty!” and I would run and find my Pound Kitty and wrestle and bite him until I felt more relaxed.
When I got over my angry at the world years, my Pound Kitties and I became best of friends. I still will carry my best buds around the house and give them prominent places to rest. We still wrestle but not as often as when I was a kitten.
As soon as I get Kathleen, my Catster favoring human sister, to get off her lazy behind and learn how to use a scanner we can get some desirable pictures up. You'll be able to see my childhood and my Pound Kitty buddies. Until then...you can do a google search to see some imposters if you don't know what Pound Kitties look like. These are my best friends' twins. But don't be fooled these are not my buddies only look-a-likes. My friends are much more competent than any lazy lumps of fluff you may find on the Internet.
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