Snortimer (8.13.87--2.10.02)


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Sex: Male

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   Leave a treat for Snortimer (8.13.87--2.10.02)

Nicknames:
Sweetimer, Smartimer, Precious, Pink, Snort

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

Birthday:
August 13th 1987

Coloration:
Orange Tabby

Likes:
He loved treats, playing "fetch," the smell of valerian, going outside, music (esp. my SO's guitar playing. He was also an avid fan of The Cure)

Pet-Peeves:
Having to hold still for any reason, being combed or bathed. He didn't like to wear collars.

Favorite Toy:
Balls to play fetch with, human feet, shoes, socks & anything filled with catnip

Favorite Nap Spot:
Under the covers with his people. He was never a "lap kitty" but would curl up next to me on the sofa.

Favorite Food:
Kitty treats of all kinds

Skills:
He played fetch, understood many human words, amazing level of intelligence

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Someone had found some newborn kittens abandoned in a parking lot. They were passed around between several persons (one of whom had a mother cat who nursed them for awhile), but they weren't doing well and apparently too much for any of these persons to deal with. Eventually, one of my neighbors had them, but she couldn't keep them either, and when I saw them I offered to take the whole litter but she wasn't certain any of them would make it & had already called Animal Control. We discussed things for awhile, and although I kept asking for more of them she only let me have the one who seemed strongest. The kittens were less than 4 weeks old by this time. We had been looking for a companion for Sputnik, who was just over 4 months old, but this little guy would need a lot of TLC first. He had conjunctivitus so bad that I thought he might lose his sight (he would have an apparent problem with focusing on things all his life), and although he would drink enthusiastically from a bottle, he didn't appear to be digesting much & gained weight very slowly. I tried various "formulas" & would sometimes add kitten chow that I'd crush with a hammer--Sputnik learned to come running whenever he heard me do this!

Bio:
Probably because he was so young when we met, Snortimer and I shared a very close bond. His obvious understanding of so many human words was amazing. He absolutely loved to play fetch, and would become very alert when he heard the word "ball." He had lifelong litterbox issues, so I would reward him with treats when he used the box properly. When he heard the words "Good boy," he knew he was getting a treat & would run ahead of me to where we kept cat treats. Snortimer had a few unfortunate experiences with windows. Once, he pushed the screen out of a 2nd-story window & went tumbling after it. In a panic, I went outside to look for him & to my relief my calls were answered by a pathetic mew coming from the bushes. Another time, he somehow got his head caught in a window's security bars. Not only did the scare nearly do him in, but he hurt his cheek so badly on a sharp edge that I had to keep an E-collar on him for weeks. When he was diagnosed with diabetes at around age 13, Snortimer was usually good-natured about his insulin shots but not happy about his dramatically changed diet. He couldn't have his kitty treats anymore, either, but I continued to reward his goo litter-box behavior, using bits of his special cat food instead of treats. He still loved his rewards,and I'm not sure if he didn't realize that his "treats" tasted different or if he simply enjoyed the huge fuss I made over him. Since we now had to monitor his "output" I made an even bigger fuss & to the amazement of both my SO and me, Snotimer eventually would let me know *before* he went to the box-- if I was asleep, he had a 3-point technique: if a soft paw tap on my face wasn't enough, he'd bite my hands, and if *that* didn't work, he'd jump onto my nightstand & start knocking things to the floor!

I've Been On Catster Since:
September 10th 2005 More than 8 years!

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Catster Id:
192513


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