Age: 9 Years Sex: Male Weight: 19 lbs.
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July 4th 2005
Gray and White
His catnip bunnies, stolen Beanie Babies, running water from the bathtub faucet, his "big brother" cat Schmoo, digging aimlessly in the litter box
Leaving the apartment, having guests in the apartment, being held or patted for more than 1.3 seconds, not being able to play with Mom's yarn while she's knitting
Stuffed catnip bunny, paper ball, stolen Beanie Babies, Mom's knitting yarn
Favorite Nap Spot:
Under the bed (preferably a bed with a bedskirt)
Chicken, turkey, any meat Mom is cooking or eating
He fetches and returns wadded balls of paper, he shakes paws, he plays chess with Daddy
We adopted Bean at a Petco store on the Upper East Side of Manhattan from North Shore Animal League, who rescued him from a kill shelter in Syracuse, NY
Bean has recently begun breaking into the spare bedroom and "stealing" Beanie Babies off a high shelf, then he proudly parades in front of us holding it in his mouth by the scruff of the neck - we think he's "rescuing" them! Also Bean HATES having anyone strange in the apartment, and we recently discovered on a visit to the vet that the Maine Coon "chirp" can suddenly convert into high pitched cat screaming when Bean has to leave the apartment to go to the vet. Thank heavens for cabdrivers who understand and don't throw you out mid-ride when your cat is wailing so loud that people in other cars are looking!!!
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|November 13th 2005
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July 28th 2006 10:50 pm
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This past Wednesday, I had my very first visit to my new vet. When Mom & Dad adopted me from North Shore Animal League, I already had been neutered and had all my shots, but that was last year, so Mom summoned all her courage and made an appointment with the best feline veterinarian in the city, Dr. Plotnick, at http://www.manhattancats.com .
I am very shy and when anyone opens the apartment door, I run and hide under Mom & Dad's bed. So you can imagine what happened when Mom put me in my cat carrier and opened that front door. Mom didn't know I had a big yowly screaming voice! All the neighbors looked out their doors wondering who was making that horrible sound. I definitely didn't like the elevator and I very nearly broke out of the carrier while Mom was trying to hail a cab.
I was wailing and howling so loud that Mom had to put me out of the cab for a moment while she gave the driver directions. I was yowling and screaming in the cab, but that wonderful cab driver turned his radio up and I quieted down. That NPR sure is calming to kitties!
We arrived at Manhattan Cat Specialists and went in and boy, is it ever a nice, peaceful office and a wonderful calm place for kitties to go. Dr. Plotnick is very gentle and calm and kept me calm through my whole visit. There was even a foster cat in the exam room and I didn't mind him being there!
Dr. Plotnick weighed me and I now weigh 11.1 lb. (Mom needs to update my photo as I am NOT a little kitten anymore!) He checked my teeth and said they looked lovely. He felt along my body and said everything checked out, then Mom got all nervous because I got 2 shots, but I honestly didn't notice a thing because Mom gave me nice neck scratchies the whole time. I even got my microchip implanted with the really big needle and I just enjoyed my neck rub the whole time.
When it was time to leave I didn't want to go out into the wild noisy NYC traffic but Mom walked me right out to Broadway and 76th and hailed a cab. Lots of people were wondering who was torturing that screaming cat! The cabdriver for our ride home was a wonderful driver and I didn't even peep until we were home. Everyone in the elevator on the ride up was really concerned about me. I'm famous now!
Guess what I did when I got home? The minute that carrier door opened, I slunked out and crawled under the bed and didn't come out until after 1000pm that night. Being outside in the traffic was traumatic, but Dr. Plotnick's office made it so much nicer. No dogs in their office, just cats!
Maybe next year it will be better, right?
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