Nicknames: BooBooKitty, Oz, my Dad's name for me...Shi**y Kitty, and my Vet Dr. Mullins calls me "Thumbs" ;)
Birthday: June 30th 2000
Coloration: Gray Tabby
Likes: sleeping under the blankets or sheets, and picking things up with my "thumbs"
Pet-Peeves: when Mom has to clip the nails on my extra toes. The small ones next to my "thumbs" take alot of time...
Favorite Toy: water dripping, drizzling, trickling, running in the bathroom sink
Favorite Nap Spot: under all the blankets and sheets, in my own little cave
Favorite Food: Mom feeds me "good" food--hard so it keeps my teeth and gums healthy.
Skills: Because of my "thumbs" I can almost turn doorknobs with my paws, and I can open doors that aren't closed. I can pick up the strainer in the bottom of the sink...pick it up, drop it onto the floor and then bat it around and play with it...weeeeeee
Arrival Story: My Mom's son lost his job, his girl and his place to live all in one week. Mom drove up to Madison, Wisc to pick him up. He and his ex had just adopted me and my sister from the animal shelter. They left me in Wisc, but next week when he came back to pick up his things he took me with him to live in Chicago! Too cool....! Here's a pic of "My Boy" and me.
Bio: Well, true love has struck and my boy moved in with the young lady who is now his fiance' (ring, but no date). She had a cat which wasn't too cat-friendly, so I ended up staying with Mom & Dad, or I should say Mom, 'cuz Dad says he's not a cat person (baloney...he always cuts our nails). I wake Mom up with a lick to her nose, and sometimes I bite at a piece of her hair. Mom doesn't mind the kiss, but she doesn't like losing the hair. Mom is a softy--she just melts when I reach up and touch the side of her face with my huge paw.
I had a son with my lovely lady, Moonshine. She was a Manx (tail-less). Our son, Khajiit, is a Manx with extra-toes--the best of both of us. My Moonshine is gone--the vet thinks she had some type of anurism in her stomach. She was keening one minute & the next minute she was gone. She hadn't been ill at all. The picture here shows our son, Khajiit, in the foreground, me (squinting) and the lovely Moonie...
So tonight, in FaceBooks every increasing nosiness about their users, the status boxed prompted "So, how are you doing, ----".
Let me tell you how I'm doing. After going through roughly $4,000 start to finish over the past 8 weeks of Dixie, our 9 yr old Flat Coated Retriever's life (urine & blood work, ultrasound, xrays, 3 appts. with 3 different Eye vets, meds, removal of the eye, biopsy of the eye & typing of the cancer at Univ of Wisc-Madison, post-surgery follow-up visits, cancer meds, special food & treats to try to get her to eat, and finally 2-stage euth & private cremation), about a week before Dixie went to the Bridge, OzzyCat's vet said she heard a heart murmur and wanted to do xrays/ultrasound/blood work to diagnose/begin treating his heart problems--a 12 yr old cat with heart problems. So, how do you THINK I'm feeling?
I am a Toy. For the furballs. The dogs treat me just like another dog. We lay around together on the daybed and in the dogbeds. We all gather in the kitchen to beg for cheese. This could be because I act like a dog. HoneyBunny, a Golden Retriever with a very big heart, raised me as a kitten.
But, all bets are off if I run.
Then, bang, slam, boom, smash, crash! The furballs bounce off of each other and off of the walls and off of the furniture trying to keep up with me. Trying to catch me. And, if they do, they hover over me and bop me with their muzzles, trying to get me to run again. Great fun for them. Not so much for me. (but, it IS funny watching them bounce their heads off of each other's noggin)
So, I was lazin' away, kickin' back on my Dad's chest. It's warm, and one of my favorite places to lay (it drives him NUTS... heehee). Dad has this habit of flexin' and wigglin' his toes (just like us cats do) while he's watchin' tv (that drives Mom NUTS... heehee). So, in order to flex and wiggle, Dad kicked off his size 13 slippers. Thump. KaThump.
Hmmmmmm... so I figure I'd check them out. I jumped down and slipped my front paws in. One paw. Then the other. They were still warm. And I had plenty of room to stretch and flex my 12 toes and claws inside of them. A purrrrrrfect fit, if you ask me..
Right away Mom has to pull a William Wegman. Out comes the camera. Flash. FlashFlash. FLASH! Geez Louise, can't a cat sit,relax and enjoy some tv?