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Domestic Shorthair
Picture of October, a male Domestic Shorthair

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Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 7 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Orange, A$$hole, Snugglie Bug

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

Quick Bio:
-pound cat

Coloration:
Orange & White Tabby

Likes:
playing, finally being in a good home, mice; dead, living, fake, boxing with people, the bathroom

Pet-Peeves:
people from the shelter coming to visit, dirty litterboxes, being bored, the squirt bottle

Favorite Toy:
plastic balls with bells inside, mice with real fur, anything I find laying around

Favorite Nap Spot:
on the bed

Favorite Food:
whateverI feed him

Skills:
very good at being friends with other cats, knowing to give them space if they have not warmed up to him

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
I worked (still do) at the SPCA when he came to us. I remember when he came in. I was doing random things and one of the animal control officers came in with our 'much anticipated' friend. The others came in without much notice because the landlord of the owner brought them in. He was evicted and left his kids behind. I never saw this landlord but since I had to vaccinate the cats I was told what was going on, and that tomorrow, or maybe the next day, we'd have another one to add to the 3 of them. Great...because we had to keep them when the registered letter comes back. The theory of the registered letter is that it gets forwarded to the person or it gets sent back as 'return to sender'. So the next day, Beverly, the animal control lady says "I don't know why those big guys were afraid of this little cat. Three guys and none of them would catch him." It was a nice heavy carrier with a very scared looking cat in it. So I vaccinate this cat with a needle, he is already pissed off about being here. I start to rub his cheek. He gets purring and I pull away to grab the other vaccination and he swats the sh*t out of my hand. It's like razors raking across my (name of the place on the side of your hand of your pinki.) I really liked him from the get go and I didn't want him to get sick, so I was actually sticking the dispenser of the vaccine into the side of the carrier and squirted it onto his nose that way. It didn't actually work though because it wasn't in it, and somewhere around 2 weeks later he gets sick. Beth still worked there at the time and she was also all about mean cats, sort of. She started pilling him and then showed me how. It's funny because she was the one who started to grab him first. I'd ask her to come do it for me because he got me once and I knew his nails were sharp. ThenI started toweling and scruffing him to move him, and also pilling him. It went on like this for awhile, but I'd talk to him. He just cowered and looked sad. He remained separated from the others he came in with. The one day I was wondering if he was neutered and I felt down there, then I wondered if he was a girl because I didn't feel anything. So I turned him around and he was a neutered boy. Then I just kept holding him. I started to just snuggle him. I was petting his face and he loved it. To be honest a few times he gave me a funny look, like he was going to just bite me in the face or try to swat my eye out, but he never did. As soon as I was done though and put him back down in his cage he went for my hand again and clipped me a good one, or three or four. The thing is that I kept letting him do it to me to show him I wasn't afraid and I wasn't going to stop petting him or liking him. He got to a point with me where mostly he'd swat me and he wouldn't even have his claws out but he would smack as hard as he could. Then I got the idea to clip his nails and that same weekend I did that I put him in with hsi crazy little torbie friend, whom I later dubbed Gidget, because I didn't want to name her Idiot. He loved being in with his old friend. He still tried to strike at me, up until the day I took him home, which was actually just thursday! He hid for hours when I brought him home and just when I turned out the lights to go to bed he crawled out. I heard his little collar jingle and BadCat was ready to confront him. He's been in our home now since November 17th and BadCat and he play very nicely. It's good for both of them because he has provided her with a playmate, so maybe she will lose some weight and he has also taught her how to use the scratching post. He still gets mad and swats, but we already know how he is. I know I made the right decsion to being him home because otherwise he would have been euthanised, and if he had gone to another home he miht have caught someone off guard and hurt someone as well as being returned to the shelter or outright euthanised.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
The 'unadoptable' cat

I've Been On Catster Since:
December 1st 2005 More than 9 years!

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Catster Id:
229957


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July 1st 2012 12:19 pm
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It's been a long time since I wrote in here. This grey cat came BACK to live with us. I guess he is staying because it's been a very long time since he left. He's been here two other times before, and each time I thought he would never leave, but then he did and I was happy, but then he came back each time too! I hates him. I swat at him. He just sits there with a pleased look on his face, even if I hit him with my claws. I hate his stoopid face. I wish my tall mom and my short mom didn't like him so much.

I got a new sleeping place a little bit ago. It's got wheels and sometimes the short one takes the fat one outside for a long time inside of it. I remember a time when the short one took me outside in it. We went down the street to a large house and we all kinds of people. Some of them smelled like poop or pee. Some of them very very quiet, or loud, some were shaky. The short one let me out of the wheeled thing and I ran under the bed. She had to lift up the bed to get me. The lady we were visiting laughed and laughed. I didn't think it was so funny. I had no idea where I was!

A few months ago I had pain when I peed. I cried and cried, but they didn't know I was crying from inside the litterbox, so I went and peed on their couch. Then they rushed me to the Dr place where I was poked a lot. I hate that place. So then I took some pills for a while and then back to the Dr place. I was not better, so they gave me different pills and that seems to have cleared things up. They said it was not crystals or sediment but inflammation. So now if it ever happens again the moms already have pills to help me.

Now the short one beeps my nose. It's been going on for like 6 months now. She is just making fun of me for my compulsion to smell her hand and then she pokes me nose and says "BEEP". It's really not actually funny.

 

FALL

November 14th 2006 6:07 pm
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Fall has brought a lot of bugs. I like to eat bugs. Mom says they're stink bugs. All I know is they fly, and once you're done playing with them they crunch in my mouth. I left a dead one in the bathtub the other day.

Smitty is playing with me more lately, which makes me very happy.

 

shedding

June 4th 2006 8:29 am
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The short one was telling the tall one just yesterday that I hardly shed. And she was brushing the fat one, and earlier she had been brushing the clawless siamese one. So I proceeded to lick myself useless all morning until I produced the largest hairball she'd ever seen right after she woke up. And I'd left a smaller one for her in the bathroom, which she knew was mine because she told me so. She said to me 'it's orange, and in the bathroom, guess who this belongs to?' She stared at me because of course I have to follow her into the bathroom, always.

Now guess who's going to get brushed.

 
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