Likes: Playing fetch, smurrgling with Meowmy at bedtime, Daddy's lap in front of the TV.
Pet-Peeves: Other cat family members not covering properly in the litter box..yuck!
Favorite Toy: sparkie balls, polar fleece covered toys, spikey balls, and a knotted old toy we call tail.
Favorite Nap Spot: Fleece bed on sofa or Mom's bed, he uses D'Arcy as a pillow often
Favorite Food: Royal Canin Siamese, and Fancy Feast 'Grilled Dinners"
Skills: He plays fetch very well, he's an excellent bird watcher, watches them every morning at the same time, insists the window be open so he can hear them too.
Arrival Story: We lost our beloved Flame Point Siamese Canoe last October, he died very quickly from an aggressive form of Liver Cancer. He was 13 1/2 years old and all three of us, hubby, I and our Maine Coon Maggie May who'd been Canoe's lifelong partner and closely bonded friend were devasted. Maggie went into a really deep depression which even broke our hearts more, so we decided she needed another Siamese. We found Blue through our local pet food shop, the owner knew of another customer who'd bred her Seal Point Siamese and had 3 Blue Point kittens for sale. We went over, had a long interview with the woman and her family, met Blue's Mom and bought him and brought him home. The rest is history..
Bio: Blue is a Classic Siamese, both his parents were Seal Point, but his Grandfather on his mother's side was a Blue Point, which is why we guess he ended up with his points. He was the friendliest of the three kittens and loved to be held, which is why we picked him. His mother was extremely friendly, gentle, and loving, we just hoped he had picked up her personality, and so far, it looks like he did! He especially loves children, and bonded with my Autistic 5 year old grandson almost as soon as he met him, the two now are very close, Blue even allows Aaron to carry him around in his arms, no hisses, bites or scratches. He's a very smart little fella, sometimes too smart! He seems to figure out routines very quickly and tries to establish routines with his 'beans'. He really is very fussy about his litter box and insists it be changed almost as soon and there any soil in it, he'll always supervise the job himself to make sure you do it right. He's also very good tempered and shows no shyness or fear. The no fear part is disarming because he goes to the front door too easily, we're used to cats that don't try to get out and are afraid of the outdoors, so he's got to be watched very carefully. He does listen however and when told to get away from the door will back off. Now if only he'd listen when told to get off the kitchen counters all would be really good ;)
Lives Remaining: 9 of 9
Forums Motto: Bluesy has left the building..for now.
It's St. Patrick's Day friends and we're all excited! Mom gave us green Sparkle balls to all of us ('cept Caporal, he'd eat 'em! He got "Greenie Treats for Doggies"), we had a contest between D'Arcy and myself to see which one of us could knock it under the stove first. Mom needs her exercise and it's great to see her down on the floor trying to get them back out for us. We're really good at those pathetic looks you know..like we have no other toys even though there's a huge basket of 'em around for us..MOL!!!
We watched Mom and Dad put up St. Patrick's decorations in the bay window last night, they look great and some hang down and sparkle, we have plans for those when Mom and Dad aren't looking! *wink*
Mom put a little green in our water today, what's wrong with that woman? Where's the Green Beer? I thought this family was Irish for goodness sake! Mom says the big parade in Montreal is next Sunday, she said we can't go! Again..what's wrong with these people, we like to party too!
Have a great St. Patty's Day everyone..Erin Go Bragh!!
Mom decided to re-do all our pages this week and although we are grateful (they look great!) she's been ignoring us. Now we've crawled over her keyboard, sat in front of the screen, sat on the scanner and under her lamp blocking the light. But she's been so focused that nothing has worked except D'Arcy stealing her chair when she gets up for something. (I hate it when my efforts don't work, but his do, he should know that's not right!)
Besides all that, things haven't been too bad except for the snow. It's snowed several days this week and frankly, we are SICK of the white stuff. We want windows opened, we are quite tired of the birdies at the feeders looking like Mimes! We did notice that Mom has a couple of planters out with dirt in them and these strange shoots coming up. Terra thinks it's cat grass, but I know cat grass and this doesn't look like it at all. Maybe we should investigate?
Btw, Terra says Scooter dropped by a new group we're in and sent me Headbutts...she says there's tons of catnip at the bridge. You know something? I think Scooter was a little tipsey, but hey, I'd be tipsey too...which makes me wonder if those strange shoots are catnip? Can we be THAT lucky?
It's taken me a week to be able to come to terms with losing one of my bestest friends ever. Scooter was here for me when I was a kitten and adjusting to Maggie May, or should I say, Maggie May was adjusting to me. She'd lost her soul mate Canoe just a week or so before I arrived and didn't take very well to me at first. It felt so good to have an older sister like Scooter to talk to and give me so much love. She even talked to Maggie May on my behalf and gave such good advice.
Eventually Maggie and I became very close, perhaps more on my part then hers, but she knew I loved her and I'm sure she loved me too, why else would she give me baths and let me snuggle in that wonderful full coat of her's when I was cold? I'll always give Scooter a lot of credit for that.
Scooter was there for me when Terra came to live with us, and was there for me when Maggie May came down with Lymphoma and went through all that chemo and was so sick. Scooter knew how my heart was breaking and how helpless I felt.
I will never be able to express how much esteem I held her in, or how much pain my heart is in now that she's gone to the bridge. I hope she finds Maggie May and Canoe and joins them in a warm snuggly cat pile. I know how much Scooter loved her heated bed and she won't need one at the bridge if she finds Maggie, Magpie will wrap that lush Maine Coon tail around my Scooter and cuddle her up against her tummy. *tears* It really helps to think of them together forever.
Scooter, I miss you, I will always love and cherish you.