Domestic Shorthair/Breed Unknown
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Age: 6 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 10 lbs.

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Smiley Cassanova

Honcho, Quick Cat, Mr. Mittens, Mr. Stuffy Pants

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Gotcha Date:
December 15th 2011

June 15th 2011

Orange & White Tabby

To catch barn mice.

Not being allowed to go outside when HE wants to go!

Favorite Toy:
Mice he has caught.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Our bed

Favorite Food:
Uh...that would be those mice he catches

Twisting my wife and me around his beautiful white sock of a paw! Walking the edges of board fencing. Goes on a mile long walk each day on the horse trails with his dog Tabitha and me.

indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
Two things seem to be always true out here in our rural area: build a pond and you can fish it in three years; build a horse barn and the cats will come. And so, shortly after we finished our new horse barn we had a cat claim it for his very own. A feral Tom gray Tabby we called Tiger. Tiger permitted us to feed him, but no touching! About a year later Tiger was joined by a mystery cat. We heard it on occasion, we knew it was around, but was too shy to show itself. Until it got really cold then this beautiful orange Tabby with a white tuxedo decided to make an appearance and make friends in exchange for lots of food and a warm bed in the hay. What a nice boy. Unlike Tiger, this new young Tom was very approachable. All through that winter we worked hard trying to nurture his trust, teaching him to allow us to pick him up and being kind to him at all times. He fell for it. He decided he had a home and eventually he totally trusted us. His reward? One day he was scooped up and put into a crate, driven away in a car and given to some guy in a white coat that snipped away at his most treasured boy parts. Then he got stuck by something sharp in the scruff. We feared his lesson learned would be: "Don't trust the monkeys!" No need to worry. Our friendly fluff of orange with the rough and gruff voice only turned into a even sweeter cube of orange sugar with a high squeak of a "meowf?" All that spring and summer we worked on getting him away from the barn and into the house. The main problem? A big 'ol rambunctious golden retriever named Tabitha. Unknown to Mr. Alex, Tabitha was raised with cats and adored them. But even Tabitha, sensing his shyness, took her time to introduce herself to the new kitty. One day I watched in disbelief as Alex slowly approached the yard fence and touch noses with Tabitha. Gotcha. Soon afterwards we introduced Alex to the Monkeys' habitat. The first visit lasted maybe 90 seconds. Now he spends his nights snuggled in on the bed between my wife and me. When we aren't home, Alex is made to come inside. It has taken time, and our ultimate goal is to have him a house cat 24/7. Alex has a different opinion on that goal, however. He loves, loves, loves being a barn cat and must patrol his territory. He is a mouse terrorist. The dictionary's definition of an Apex Predator is: "See Alex." We'll keep working on it. I don't think we'll ever get him inside all the time, but we're getting more and more of his precious time. One Fine Cat!

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May 23rd 2013 More than 4 years!

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Cold Cat Paws

November 28th 2013 2:19 am
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There may be turkey in the oven but there is also snow on the ground and cold northwest winds blowing through leafless branches of hibernating trees.

And Alex is not happy about it.

Well, the turkey part is okay, but the cold wind and the snow part? Nope.

Yesterday, he was in and out of the house 5 times. He wants his outside time so badly, but the warmth of a human house and the comfort of a soft bed? Way too enticing for a cold kitty. The concrete of the barn floor is so cold on a cat's paw that he finds it no fun to lie in wait for a luckless mouse. Much nicer to be inside and lie on dad's discarded insulated overalls.

Ah, the conflicted cat. The excitement of patrolling one's territory in the wind driven snow, or the security and comfort of the human's house?

What's a kitty to do?


Back on the Trails

November 20th 2013 5:49 pm
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After our golden, Tabitha, passed away in late June, we only walked the trails for about two weeks until life got so busy that we couldn't find the time or energy to go. I know Alex missed his daily walks with Tabitha and me, but when we just stopped going I'm sure he was wondering what happened.

With the building of barns, corrals, and new electric service behind us, we starting walking the trails again...and Alex wasn't about to be left behind!

The best part of having a cat go on a mile long hike with you, besides his fabulous company, is when he goes to bed in the evening, He Sleeps All Night Long!

Of course come 4:30AM, he's ready to go. He starts walking up my body and lies on my back, purring loudly. When I glance over my shoulder at him with a "Get off my back, two ton" look, he looks back at me with a "Oh, you're up?" stare.



Cat of the Day!

November 4th 2013 3:00 am
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Wow, what an honor for Mr. Mittens! We told him he was cat of the day and he was so bored to hear of it! His excitement was just so...underwhelming. All he can think about this time of the morning (circa 6:00AM) is me taking him back to the horse barn so he can check for mousies, smell around to see if an encroaching kitty invaded his territory overnight, and, of course his main job, supervise the feeding and cleaning of the horses.

Yesterday, we hung a couple of gates on a new corral we built just off the riding arena and he was there, sitting on one of the posts, supervising the operation. Nothing pleases Alex more than to have his peoples come out and do things with him when he is outside.

When Alex is outside, he is loving and demanding of attention. When he is, not so much. He loves to be brushed, and that's okay, but petting? Don't bother. Mostly he plays with Rocky after eating then goes to bed.

Outside: Alex the Warrior Cat. Inside: 'Ol Mr. Stuffy Pants.

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