Nicknames: Teags and Teagster (not like he answers to them, or his name - he's deaf!)
Birthday: May 1st 1999
Coloration: Gray Tabby
Likes: Eating things he's not supposed to.
Pet-Peeves: Not being with people.
Favorite Toy: Plastic that he's not supposed to have - but pulls out of the garbage anyway.
Favorite Nap Spot: His red kitty bed.
Favorite Food: McDonald's french fries and the box they came in.
Skills: Being good with ALL kinds of people, including small children.
Arrival Story: Teagan and his three brothers were abandoned in a cat carrier at 5 weeks old. My mother only found them because Teagan opened those little kitty lungs and started HOLLERING. They'd been left on the back porch of an empty building to fry in the hot June weather. The vet said they'd likely been without food or water for three days based on their condition when we brought them in. Teagan had to be bottle fed as he was the worst off of the four. We very nearly lost him. He couldn't walk like his brothers, he just dragged himself around with his front legs. As they got old we realized that something was off about him. We took him back to the vet and found that he was born deaf, and also had Cerebellar Hypoplasia. If you want to learn more about it, go here: http://www.vetinfo.com/cencycloped ia/cecerhypo.html
Teagan has balance problems and developmental problems that keep him from interacting with other cats. However, he's great with people. One of my friends adopted two of Teagan's brothers, my mother kept one, and I had to keep the one I'd bottle fed.
Bio: Teagan has the kind of temperament that makes him perfect for therapy work. He doesn't care where he is, or who he's with as long as people are petting him. He has never in his entire life attacked a person, bitten or scratched anyone - not even in play. Part of his developmental issues is that he doesn't really understand what play is. My vet says it's remarkable that he has overcome his disability as much as he has. The vet says Teagan has the best balance of any cat with Cerebellar Hypoplasia that he's seen in a long time. Teagan is responsible for any success in overcoming his balance issues. He'd follow his three brothers around when they were little, determined to do what they were doing. He might not have always succeeded at following them, but he never gave up trying, until one day - he finally could! He loves belly rubs, being carried like a baby, being hugged tightly, and just being near people. He's a true doll baby and a mellow fellow.
...well, not a real one. Mom had bought this parrot decoration for a party. She made the mistake of leaving it out. It's made of Mylar paper. It was especially tasty. Well, the party parrot has my teeth's puncture wounds on the wings, feather tips, and the head. The only thing that could have tasted better would have been a real parrot.
I hope the vet doesn't get mad at me for not sticking to my diet of real food.
Mom and Dad bought this new thing. It's really big, and black and takes up a lot of space in the living room. I thought it would be the most perfect place to take a nap. You know, cause it's right next to the porch doors and gets all the sunlight but something weird happens to it.
Sometimes, if Mom or Dad is standing next to my nap place, and I'm on it, it will start moving! All of a sudden, I'm on the floor and I don't know how I got there! Then Mom or Dad will be walking on my nap place. It's so weird. Why do humans do that?
Mom's been leaving in the mornings again. She stopped doing that for a long while - for like ... ever, and now she's back to leaving again. I'm lonely without her. Emma's not exactly good company. She's all growly and hissy at me - though I do find it funny when she puffs up like a raccoon. She's fun to chase like that.
I do cry a little when Mom's not home, but oh! When she comes back, she gives me treats! And I purr, and purr, and purr, and purr. And the headbutts! I give her headbutts when she comes home.
She still seems to object to me being on the counter though - I was hoping she'd feel guilty about leaving me alone all day with growly-pants and let me start getting up there, but no. I suppose I can't have everything.