Birthday: March 15th 2002 Coloration: Calico Likes: Attention, rubber bands, being first to use the litter box after it's been cleaned out Pet-Peeves: Being ignored, Lucky trying to play with her, Daisy the dog Favorite Toy: any living bug, rodent, frog, lizard Favorite Nap Spot: Kitty bed on the dining room chair, foot of the bed Favorite Food: anything she can swallow, rubber bands Skills: going for rides on someone's shoulder while digging her claws into their back Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: My friend convinced me I needed a cat and I found her at the Human Society. I picked her up and she wrapped herself around my arm and proceeded to lick me and purred as loud as she could. She stole my heart. When I got her home, she bounced around all over the place, so I named her Tigger. Bio: Owning a cat was a new experience for me. I was so naive! Tigger tested my patience that first 6 months of coming home! With no other animals in the house at the time, she found ways of entertaining herself at the expense of my furniture, carpet and door jams. I couldn't wait for her to turn 6 months old. If she was going to have any future in my house, I HAD to have her front paws declawed out of necessity. I think that experience was harder on me than it was on her. I don't even think she realizes that they're gone. She still scratches the posts and attacks me as if she still has them. Of course she claws me with those back ones every chance she gets. I'm guessing PAYBACKS!
Birthday = March 15. Lives Remaining: 8 of 9 Forums Motto: I was here first The Last Forum I Posted In: Beloved Calvin has cancer....
You see I really don't like being brushed. I try my best to keep my fur un-matted by myself but I've been doing a horrible job lately. Mom thinks its because I'm shedding so much now with the change in temps here. It's pretty hot now.
But I seem to get tiny mats of fur on my sides and right in the middle of my back. It's nothing really noticeable until someone pets me. If mom takes the slicker brush to me, it seems to go right over the mats. So, over the last 3 days, mom got out the comb and has been working on getting these mats out. I DO NOT like it when she pulls at these mats. I growl, hiss, spit and try to bite and scratch her, so she quits and leaves me alone.
Well, she's been working on them but there was a few mats on my sides that the comb just goes over but yet you can feel them when you pet me. So, mom tried again a few minutes ago. She got a hold of one of those mats and I attacked mom. I wrapped my body around her arm and I clawed her hand up with my back claws (I don't have front claws anymore for that reason) but I sunk my teeth into mom's forearm and boy did she scream. Now she's bleeding all over the laundry room floor and I guess mom didn't like that. She grabbed me by the back of my head and she held my face down into the floor. I'm growling and hissing and trying to squirm my way out of that choke hold she had me in but she didn't relent. (I'm pretty sure there's a face imprint in the linoleum now too). She took that comb and pulled at those mats on my sides until she got every last one of them. Then she let go of me. It didn't take but maybe a minute but it seemed like forever. On the bright side...my fur is slick and smooth now and it feels so much better!
Note to self...don't piss off mom and definitely don't bite, scratch and draw blood...I don't want my face planted into the floor again anytime soon!
These years are just flying by! It seems like it was just a few months ago that I had my annual vet visit.
Well, it started off as a good day. Even when mom put the carrier on the floor and opened the door, I was okay with it cuz I just waltzed right in to the carrier.
We get to the vet. Mom had her hands full this time. It was myself, Daisy the dog, Squirt and Princess. Squirt had to get his second set of shots and the rest of us had our annual shots.
Squirt was the first unsuspecting target of their attention. He weighed in at 3.5 pounds...the little porker! They put him back down on the counter after weighing him and he made a bee-line for mom. He tried to hide in between her arm and her side. Poor thing. But he got his shots and was put back in his carrier.
Then Princess was up. She weighed in at 10.1 pounds. Mom distracted her in her carrier while they gave her her shots and then she was done.
Daisy was next. 38.5 pounds. Mom had to rub her belly to keep her from wiggling around while they injected her. Then they cut her nails and she was done.
That leaves me. I weighed in at 14.1 pounds. Mom knows that she has to do the weighing. She takes the carrier to the scale, opens the door and I walk onto the scale and then she points me back to the kennel and I walk back in. Everything after that was a fiasco.
They tried giving me a shot while I was in the carrier. Not going to happen. So mom let me out of the carrier and they had to bring a net to catch me in and a thick towel to put over my head. Then mom had to pat me on the head really hard to distract me so they could stick me with 3 different needles. I was not a happy camper!!! That was the first time I've ever had to be netted but it worked.
Because of how I react, they'll never be able to do an exam on me. So this is the first year they didn't even attempt. So next year I'll have to be sedated before they can touch me. I won't even let mom brush me without growling and attacking her. I won't let her pet me anywhere except for my head and tail without growling.
So hopefully I'm good to go for another year as is the other 3 that went with me today!
We live outside of town and there's lots of small wildlife in the area (raccoons, possums, bunny rabbits, etc). Well, mom's encountered several rabbits jumping out, zipping & zig zagging across the road in front of her. Well, today was no exception. She saw it on the left hand side of the street and it ran right in front of her. She slammed on her brakes and thought she felt the bump-bump on the passenger side of the vehicle. She stopped and backed up but didn't see the bunny rabbit.
Several blocks away, another rabbit was laying in the road in the opposite lane. It's 4 am and no one is out there, so mom turns around and goes back and removes the rabbit from the road. It was tri-colored like me and it's body was still pliable so it hadn't been there that long. It was probably only run over that first and fatal time. Mom swore that it's eye moved when she picked it up to set it off to the side of the road. Kind of eerie for her.
Well, mom did her running around and just came home. It was still dark out at about 6:15 am but mom slowed down and came to a crawl hoping that the bunny rabbit she thought she might have hit, wasn't anywhere around. No such luck for either of them. A little (fit in the palm of your hand, little) tri-colored rabbit was off to the side of the road (about 4 inches from the road). Mom is pretty upset. She is a true animal lover and the thought of killing an animal makes her sick to her stomach. She knows accidents happen but that doesn't make her feel any better. She just hopes that the bunny rabbit died instantly and didn't suffer. So do bunnies go to the rainbow bridge? God speed little bunny. We are so very sorry!!!
