Nicknames: Ernesto, Thumbs McGee, Mitten'd Kitt'n, Plop, Twirp, Goofball, Ducky, Quacker, the White Bullet
Birthday: August 29th 2010
Coloration: Tabby and White
Likes: Toys, his siblings, standing on people's shoulders, being petted and having his crazy paws gently massaged.
Pet-Peeves: Strangers (for the first few minutes or hours), being held when he really really wants to go play, and slobbery kisses from 3 year olds but he recovers quite well from all of these upsetting situations.
Favorite Toy: Anything small enough for him to grab with his little hand-like paws- especially if it makes noise! He also likes to drag big things like beanie babies around in his mouth. He's a little odd.
Favorite Nap Spot: Passed out in a lap or on top of a littermate's head after a good cuddle-wrestling match
Favorite Food: Yogurt- the fruitier the better! Mmm- pina colada, yum!
Skills: Ridiculous rolly-pollyness for a kitten his age, having and using crazy thumbs, and extraordinary ability to "go with it" Ernie let us clip all his claws the first time he was ever held!
Arrival Story: Ernie and Izzie came from a feral colony near an apartment complex currently being managed with the help of Spay and Stay. They were from a very feral family of a mama cat and 4 kittens but small enough that after being fixed there was hope that they could be socialized enough for adoption. I have a history of turning around some tough sells so we got the call and even though we haven't fostered since Dominic we totally caved.
Bio: The first thing we noticed when we got Ernie were his big polydactyl thumbs- in place of his dewclaws he has fully developed toes. Then we pulled him out of his trap and realized how amazingly calm about the situation was. The look in his eyes was fear and confusion, but he hardly struggled at all. The next surprise came when we looked at his hind feet- 2 extra toes on each foot- huge flippers! And finally when we took advantage of his calmness and tried clipping his claws he just stared in amazement as we got every single one. On day 3 he was falling asleep in our arms and put up with the attentions of a 3-year old like a saint, and on day 5 he started purring for us! Now he's only a little shy around new people and will struggle a bit if he'd rather be playing at the moment. Other than that he is a little purring machine!
Ernie is...: Already neutered, microchipped, dewormed, vaccinated for rabies and distemper, and "eartipped"- the top of his left ear is clipped flat as a universal signal to animal control and other animal rescuers that a cat is fixed and has a dedicated caretaker. If Ernie is ever lost and picked up this means he'll be more likely to be scanned for his microchip and reunited safely!
Hey everyone-something amazing has happened! On Thursday night these two ladies came over. At first we thought they were just my foster parents' friends, but they soon made it very clear they were only there to meet me! They brought me toys, had me eat some mango yogurt in front of them, and played with me and petted me for a long time. They squealed about how cute I was and how great my big feet are and pretty soon one started telling my foster parents about the cat furniture and litter box she was going to get for me- at her place! That's right, she liked me so much she wants me to move in with her down in Oak Park, the birthplace of my namesake, Ernest Hemmingway himself! I'm excited, she said she'd let me try lots of her good organic food and I know she'll play with me a whole bunch!
So with Lucy and Alfie still doing well in their new home back in our birthplace that leaves Izzie all alone, right? Wrong! Lucy and Alfie have been such a joy to their new family that they have offered to have Izzie come join them as well! Wednesday we'll all go down and have a family reunion and with Izzie settled in I'll head off to my new home. My foster parents think that out of all of us kittens I by far have the best chance of being okay with being an only cat, so I'm not too worried I'll be terribly lonely. Wish me luck coming up with ways to entertain myself when I'm all alone that aren't terrible, horrible ideas!
Thank you to everyone for your nice comments, friend requests, and rosettes after last week's Daily Diary Pick! Today me and my siblings went in to the vet fully expecting to all have surgical extractions of our persistent baby fangs but we seem to have had some visits from tooth faeries. Lucy and Izzie lost their all on their own (and of course our foster parents checked me and Alfie to see if we still had the double teeth and figured they'd let the girls be), mine were loose enough to just be gently pulled under light sedation, and Alfie had to be knocked out momentarily to get his pulled and have an X-ray to make sure they got it all, but it was way less work than anyone thought it would be. We're all proud owners of nothing but big kitty teeth and recovering fine. We're getting extra canned food this week while our gums heal up and I'm all over that! Num num nummy! What do you mean I have to share this with my siblings? It's like they say- I'm part vacuum cleaner so I'm gonna suck up all this food!
Today me and my siblings made a trip to the vet to have our teeth looked at. Over the weekend our foster parents noticed we had two sets of canine teeth (the "fangs") and suspected our adult teeth were just jamming in next to our baby teeth. Sure enough, our baby teeth are hanging in there good and strong, we all need to have them pulled! If they stay the way they are they will mess up all our other adult teeth coming in and food will get stuck in the tight spaces and we'll have periodontal disease the rest of our lives!
It's a big deal- we have be knocked out and everything. Plus it means another trip to the vet. It's so scary being put in boxes and driven around to a place full of strange people and strange animal smells. My foster parents say it's good for me to get used to it because "stranger danger" is ridiculous and I shouldn't be scared of new people. But how am I meant to know someone isn't scary if I haven't even met them yet!