Nicknames: Hunty, Big Boy, Nutcase, Sir Hunty, Lovebug, Lovey, Crazy, Sir Hunty McFluffyButt, Floofy Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Sun Sign:
Badges:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed
-pound cat
-cat rescue
Gotcha Date: March 13th 2010 Birthday: January 13th 2010 Coloration: Van Bicolor Likes: Hunter loves to pounce on his dog-sister, Teaka. He also loves to lick his humans!! Hunter also loves water, he will play in it until he gets soaked! Pet-Peeves: When I try to wipe his eyes to get the 'sleep' out. He hates when I try to clean his nose, or bum.When I don't wake up when my alarm rings. Favorite Toy: Teaka, his Feather Flyer, drinking straws, medicine cups, bugs, his catnip chili pepper, and green mouse. Favorite Nap Spot: On top of the kitchen hutch, on top of the cabinet in the laundry room, in his new big brown bed, next to my face at night. Favorite Food: Natures Variety Lamb!! He loves his Addiction foods and of course his kibble. Fancy Feast! Skills: With one leap he can clear about 6 feet. He is a master at stealing straws out of soda cans. Cramming his little bum into the smallest spots. Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: Well I wasn't looking at getting another cat, at all. You see, my other cat, Hanna just died 2 weeks prior to getting Hunter. I was very down and depressed. My sister said I need to get out of the house, and she brought me to the shelter, to "look" at the kitties who needed homes. I really didn't want to go in. I saw Hunter with his 4 brothers and sisters. They were all orange and white, except for Hunter. Hunter was the only white medium haired kitty out of the bunch. The rest were short haired. I saw him and fell in love. I felt that I wasn't ready. I put him back in his cage. I looked at the older kitties. Meanwhile, another couple were looking at the kittens as well. They mentioned they were going to feed their kitty milk, which is a big no-no. They were holding onto Hunter! There were 5 kittens so they were holding each and every one of them. I sneaked in and grabbed Hunter ( he was known as "Sunkist" at the time). I knew feeding the kitten milk was wrong, so I saved him from future tummy-aches! I'm sure hes very thankful! I think Hanna played a part in the way I got Hunter. Its been months since I've had him and he's reminding me of Hanna more and more each day. Of course he is completely different, but there are those things that only a pet mom would notice. Hunter is crazy, and yes he has broken a few things here and there. However, in all honesty, I can't imagine a day without him. He always brings a smile to my face!
There is a legend that the kitty angels tap kittens and cats gently on their heads when their new mommies appear and say "There is your new family - go to them" Bio: According to my friends and family, Hunter is my son. My white furry son. He is my big boy and I can't imagine a day without him. He is a very big trouble maker and I always ask people if they want him. I've mentioned I was going to put him up for adoption, but in all reality, I never would. I couldn't. He is part of my life now, a very big part actually. He has that "two year old toddler" mentality that'll never grow up. He is clingy, needy, whiny, and did I mention a trouble maker? He makes me smile, laugh, cry, angry, irritated etc. Now that he has been around for a while, I can't imagine a day without my big boy.
Hunter is my white, Turkish Van imposter, Maine Coon trilling, licking, sleeping next to my face so I inhale fur, Ragdoll flopping, skinny, trouble making big boy, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love my Hunter Lives Remaining: 9 of 9 Forums Motto: Master of Disaster!
So I’ve been a pretty good boy. Can you believe it? Mom can’t. Shes pretty sure I’m going to get into some major trouble soon. Anyway, nothing really new going on with me. I had the zoomies this morning. Then I realized mom was going to work. Oh no! So I had to run infront of her. I blocked her from the door. She picked me up and brought me to my food. I don’t want to eat! She turned around and started walking to the door again. NO!! Don’t leave me! I ran infront of her and sat down infront of the door. She picked me up again, and put my on the table by the door. She started to pet me and I was purring up a storm. Then she said this to me: “I’m sorry big boy, I have to go to work. I’ll see you when I get home. You be a good boy Lovey” then she turned around and walked out the door. OMG I was devastated. Who am I going to annoy all day?? So here I am, just hanging out waiting for my mom to come home. Its going to be a long day!
Pepz got some fishes from Auntie this week. Maybe he’ll allow me to go fishing. Doesn’t hurt to try!
Time to get into some trouble while I wait for mom to come home.
Purrz & Licks,
Hunty
P.S Mom is starting to call me weird names. She’ll say “Hey you, yea you the one with the poofy tail, c’mere” Do your parents call you weird names??
Hey, Hunty's Momma here. I just need to express how much my Hunter is like a dog. Actually he is worse than a dog. He is like a sick whiny kid who needs their mother all the time. He sleeps with me, now he eats with me (he always has to check out my breakfast) stays in the bathroom with me, has to walk infront of me constantly. He licks me all the time, whines if I'm not home, wakes me up daily for work (who needs alarm clocks?). I love Hunter, I do, its just sometimes I need space. Space to walk, space to breathe so I don't inhale fur, space to eat without a white furball checking out my cereal bowl. I don't think Hunter is the type that would do well, if I ever had to rehome him. Granite it would tear me apart, but I don't think he would do well at all. He isn't the independent type at all, although he walks around my house all smug like he is the king of the castle.
Anyway, I guess I just needed to express that he is driving me nuts!! Maybe its the spring air... ;)
Good Morning Everyfur!! I'm feeling better!!! Yesterday was a fun day. I decided that I needed to run. Oh my Gosh, did I run!!! Alright so picture this; I ran from moms bed out the bedroom door, into the livingroom and onto Memz chair. I played Peek-a-boo with mom then ran up the chair, jumped down into Memz bedroom, over the bed, down on the other side, into the kitchen and I scaled up the 7 foot hutch all without flinching!! Mom was amazed. I jumped from the floor up to about 5.5 feet and then scaled the rest of the hutch. I got on top and layed down. I was pooped!
After my little escapade, I took a nap. Mom went out and came back with lots of little bags of dog food. So mom opened one up, and gave a kibble to Teaka. Lamb with Chickpeas... ewww gross! She thought it was gross too, didn't touch it. Then mom opened another bag, Pork and Applesauce. She gave a kibble to Teaka, nope didn't like that one either. So while mom was opening another bag, I started eating the kibble. OMG Pork and Applesauce is wicked good!!! Mom heard me and said, "Oh of course Hunty, you wake up when you hear a bag come in the house" As you all know, its every cats duty to inspect all bags that enter your household! Its the law! I batted moms hand, I wanted another kibble. She gave me 5 Pork and Applesauce dog kibbles. So yummy!!! (Mom doesn't feed me dog food, but finds it funny that I eat it)
After the kibble, I was being really needy. I kept on trying to climb up mom, we cuddled, I licked her face, she pet me until I fell asleep. Oh boy I had a great evening with mom! I played with the monster underneath the covers. Overall I had a fabulous Sunday.
I gotta go, maybe I'll attempt to go fishing today. I haven't done that in a long, long time!
Why Does My Cat Always Use the Litter Box Right After I've Cleaned It?
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