Nicknames: None yet... wasn't crazy about the name "Salem" but he's had it for ten years so I'll respect that.
Birthday: May 1st 2000
Likes: Being petted and hugged
Favorite Nap Spot: still under the bed
Favorite Food: Canned Fancy Feast!
Skills: My husband thinks he actually rolled over on command so he has declared him a genius
Arrival Story: When my orange boy, Edgar's, litter mate, Emily Felicity had to make a sudden journey to the Bridge I became concerned about his being lonely. He had always had his sister with him, for 14 and a half years. They may not have been the best of friends but they did play as kittens and he still tried to play with her from time to time. It was Emily who was really not so sociable. So I looked at the local SPCA for seniors, and especially seniors who were declawed. Edgar is front paw declawed. Yes, that makes me a lousy cat parent and I will never do it again to a cat. But maybe I can give forever homes to seniors who have already been mutilated? Poor Salem was four-paw declawed. :~(
But anyway... looked on the SPCA website and saw Salem. Visited him twice there before I finally decided to adopt him. He gave me the hard sell on both visits... the second time he stood up and put his front leg on my shoulder, patted me and purred in my ear and then did it on the other shoulder! Who could resist that???
Bio: Not sure how long I will be blessed with Salem's company. Poor fellow seems to have really bad teeth. I knew he had a missing fang when I adopted him. But after having gotten him home and watched him try to eat the Purina One chow and only manage one kibble and then scarf down his little bit of canned Fancy Feast, I think his teeth are really hurting him. But he is off to the vet for a full check up on Monday, 8/2/10 so we shall see.
It is my birthday, I'm 13. And I got gifties on Catster from the most beautiful lady cats!! :D Well... some of the gifties came from families, but all the families had a beautiful lady cat in them and I'm sure it was the lady cat who said: "We have to give Salem a birthday gift!" *struts*
I want all of my furriends to please say lots of purrs and prayers and send tons of PoP to one special beautiful lady cat, Samoa. She has a mass in her tummy and that's a very bad thing. :( I'm keeping her in my purrs.
As for me, well life is purrty good. Wish I could be top cat. Mom still pushes me away when I want to snuggle her in bed because she wants Edgar there and he still doesn't care for me much. :( I licked his head for the first time (first time that mommy and daddy saw anyway) tonight when he was screaming about mom trying to brush on him some.
Sniffed a big bug last night. Made me gag. Bleh.
I got tuna for my birthday!! And mom put MY plate down first cause it was my birthday! Usually it is Edgar's plate first, mine second and then she teases Lucy by holding it up in the air for a few minutes because Lucy is such a pig she eats twice as fast as me and Edgar and she'll just push me away from my plate if no one is watching. But tonight was MY night and I got my plate first! :) Wish mommy didn't sing that silly song though before she put the plates down. I could smell that tuna and didn't much care to wait through her caterwauling!
Love to all my furriends (special love and purrs to Samoa),
Mommy and daddy left for the longest time and I was soooo sad! They locked me up with Lucy and I didn't think they were ever going to come home! Some lady came every day to give us food, but I wouldn't come out from behind the desk or out of the closet for her, so Lucy got fat.
But they came home!! *does happy dance* And now I want to stake my claim on mommy as my sole and purrsonal property. Problem is, mommy doesn't seem to be up with that. She keeps pushing me off her lap. She keeps petting Edgar and Lucy. Yes, I even have been getting jealous of Lucy.
The other day daddy baked a ham in the oven and oh my! The most delicious smells permeated the house! I have had some nibbles of ham every morning and every evening since. And let me meow you, this ham is GOOD stuff! I can even get about three feet from Edgar while we both sit quietly and beg for our ham without the old windbag (Edgar...not momma...) giving me any grief.
I've been trying to put the old boy in his place without being too obvious about it because momma gets all upset if her "little baby" squalls! Well he's a major brat and he hisses if I just look at him funny and squalls when a guy just nips his butt for fun. MOL!
I love my home. Wish I'd had this home all along. I love taking naps with my daddy. I love being on mommy's lap. If I didn't have to get locked up at night and if Edgar wasn't a pain in the tail, life would be purrfect!