Age: 12 Years Sex: Male Weight: 18 lbs.
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February 2nd 2002
Talking. Sometimes we ask Walter--are you sure you're a Maine Coon? You sound like a Siamese!
Walter gets a little stressed if he doesn't get enough individual attention--we always know if Walter is acting up, he needs some one-on-one cuddle time.
Not too playful, he seems to prefer his brother's tail to just about anything else.
Favorite Nap Spot:
On top of, behind, underneath, or beside his brother, Ralph.
Chicken! He once singed his tail because he simply would not stay off the stove while I was shredding chicken meat for our human-dinner. Don't worry--we've since learned to be much more careful with the stove!
He eats with his feet, dipping his paws into his bowl and cleaning the food or water off of his toes!
Walter and his brother Ralph were purchased as kittens by a man who quickly discovered he was allergic to cats. Although he meant well--after all, he had made a commitment to his cats--he kept Ralph and Walter in a small room along for years. When a toddler who has also allergic to cats became part of his family though, he decided he could no longer care for Ralph and Walter and, by chance, we were lucky enough to become their new parents.
Ralph and Walter are an unstoppable duo! They do everything together. We believe, since they didn't receive much human attention for the early parts of their lives, they developed an extremely close bond with one another. Their bond is so close, they are rarely apart, cuddling, despite their thick coats, even on the hottest days.
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Where's Ralph? I lost him!
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Well, we learned something very interesting about Honey in the last week. Kitten season has just kicked-off at our house (no, our cats don't have kittens, they are all spayed and neutered). This time of year, shelters are overflowing with nursing mommas, mothers-to-be and tiny blue-eyed kittens who suddenly found themselves motherless and homeless in one quick move. We try to do our part, by taking litters and their mothers in groups of four; we have a special nursery room (actually Liberty's bedroom and my office) just for them. As long as they don't mind sharing their quarters with a rather talkative handicapped tabby-- they find themselves living like queens.
Two weeks ago, we brought home a black and white DSH, we named Lucy, and her litter of six two-week old kittens. Lucy was a great mom, she'd come running if she heard those babies squeal, even if they were just saying, "hey, mom, he sat on my head!" or "its my turn to be on top of the pile!" Unfortunately, Lucy had a heart-problem we didn't know about right away. It became quite obvious she wasn't doing well, though she was still a very dedicated mother, and despite excellent vet care she passed away six-days after coming to our home. We were upset, of course, but her kittens were heartbroken. They didn't understand why mommy never came back to cuddle them, and why suddenly their milk didn't taste quite so good.
I brought the kittens, in a wire crate with heating pad and warm water pads out into the living room so that I could keep an eye on them while I cleaned house and went about my day (between our every-two-hour feedings, of course). Honey, previously a rather surly, other-cat-hating, disdainful lady was immediately interested in the little squirming balls of fur. My first thought was that she thought they looked like our rescued pet rats, which are particular fun for the cats to play with (though, they are not allowed). But, when I opened the cage for the kittens' next feeding, Honey climbed right in, laid down and started cleaning the kittens, just like a mother. She seemed to understand that they didn't have a mother of their own, and even though she has no milk, she lets them nurse, keeps them clean, and diligently supervises their playtime, now that they are a little older and out-and-about their nursery.
Since then, we've brought in a momma and her six-day-old kittens, an expectant calico, who looks very much like Honey with short-hair, and a little dilute calico whose soon-to-be a mother. Gabby (the calico) delivered six kittens on her second day with us, sadly one was a male-calico and was stillborn. She and Honey are happily sharing motherhood as if they're long-lost sisters. They sleep together in a large welping box, all eleven kittens, of varying ages and colors, snuggled among them, and even though Honey can't feed her kittens, she gives them baths and lets them nurse on her.
Sometimes it breaks my heart that I spay and neuter my animals-- this is the third time we've had a cat or dog that very definitely misses being a mother. I don't know if Honey ever had kittens, since we took her in after her first owners abandoned her, but either way, she is the greatest surrogate-mom to our little orphans! Honey took her place among this group of mommys as though she was made for the part!
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