Florin


Bengal
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Home:Belper, Derby, Midlands, England, United Kingdom  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 8 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 6 lbs.


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Nicknames:
Florrie

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

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
November 4th 2005

Coloration:
Silver

Likes:
climbing, catching anything and playing

Pet-Peeves:
being ignored and rejected

Favorite Toy:
at the moment, a washing net!

Favorite Nap Spot:
in a file box in front of the window

Favorite Food:
treat sticks

Skills:
catching flies at breakneck speed, playing with water, carrying things in her mouth

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Florin and her sister Sixpence came from a local breeder. They were tiny adorable kittens then. They are boistrous teenagers now, and lead us a merry dance. Nothing and nobody is safe!

Bio:
Florin is a beautiful silver Bengal. She varies between frantic energy and complete relaxation. One moment she's racing around like a whirlwind, playing with anything from a strip of plastic wrapping to a bottle cap, and the next she's in her basket dead to the world. She and her sister love PENS. They jump on the desk just to steal them. There's one red biro that they always steal, no matter where I hide it. Florin can find it, and when she does, she gets it in her mouth and off she goes. I know it's going to be posted under the fridge eventually. We had to move the sofa yesterday, and underneath were dozens of their toys. I wonder the sofa wasn't hoisted feet in the air by all the stuff they have posted under there. But they always get them out to play with them again. Florin is SO affectionate, especially in the momrning. She has to come and get on my neck and kiss and cuddle me. If she sees Sixpence coming, she shouts "NO" at her, and moves around so Sixpence can't get in. Little horror.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Wily Huntress

I've Been On Catster Since:
July 11th 2006 More than 7 years!

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Catster Id:
343074


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Cat Language!! Teaching us their words.

June 23rd 2007 7:42 am
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I've had cats all my life, and communicated with them at a certain level but until we got our lovely Bengals I never knew they could actually talk to us.

Hardly anybody believes us (when I have time I should make a video of it) but they have learned certain words and, to us, they are quite distinct. Certainly they are different from ordinary mewing or crying.

The most important and clearest word is "NOW" and that means "feed me/food!" It came about like this: when they were little we teased them just before they were fed, because they were so insistent. We would say "what do we want - food! When do we want it? now!" and then open the door of the cupboard and feed them.

Later we realised they were saying "now" everytime they stood in front of the cupboard asking for food. Sixpence even (helpfully) shows us where it is, by reaching up and touching the handle of the door.

They also quickly learned to say HELLO in the morning and when we came home. We would say "hello" and they would reply "ee-ooo" in the same way.

But then there were other words. We heard them say MUM and DAD and NO. Anyone who scoffs should hear them. It's quite clear. When Sixpence wants me, she calls MUM, MUM and when I say "what, darling?" she says NOW.

If my husband is in the room or kitchen, she calls "DAD!" Yesterday when "daddy" was going to work, she said DAD, NO. (They have no word for yes - they just do a merping, mewing sound.)

The word NO foxed me for a while. You have to get inside their brains to understand it. Obviously we shouted 'no' when they were being naughty or in danger. But cats don't understand the concept of naughty, so they just register it's something that is dangerous or unacceptable, for any reason.

So, now when they are trapped inside the wardrobe, or on a top shelf, they cry NO, and it means, help me, I shouldn't be here. Often, it's DAD NO, because he's tall enough to help them down, and they know it.

But the most endearing thing is when they just say MUM as you pass by, to reach out to you, with a paw to tap you on the shoulder. They are so full of love. I adore them.

 

I'm WAY too intelligent for my keepers!

February 14th 2007 4:06 am
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I'm going to do it - yes - I'm going to brag. After all, we felines are supremely arrogant already so we may as well make use of it.

Do you know what I did? I killed and presented to my Mummie a whole waste plug from the new bidet. It was a struggle, believe me, getting that thing out of its hole and grappling with it in a life-and-death fight that took me all of two minutes.

Then I and my sister Sixpence ran into the bedroom where our Keepers were lazing in bed as usual. We jumped up onto the bedclothes, my kill firmly in my mouth, and I dropped it proudly into Mummies hand.

She looked surprised, then her mouth dropped open (she does that when she's extra pleased with my behaviour and when I do something specially clever) and jumped out of bed shouting something about how she was going to tell everyone how intelligent we are. (or something like that).

She immediately put the dead plug back into its hole so that we could demonstrate how we did it! We showed her, and she shouted again, and then we repeated this time after time - funny how she never seems to accept that we can really do it!!

Finally, she hid the plug in another place, to test our skills. She's put it into a drawer of the bathroom chest now. Pretty soon Sixpence and I are going to show her how we can spill that drawer all over the bathroom floor and get the plug all over again.

Won't she be pleased!!!!!

 

OW that hurt!

October 4th 2006 3:40 am
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My sister Sixpence and I have been spayed. Yes, it's all over, and we will never be mummies.

Instead, I will have to continue chewing and snuggling my washing net (which my Keeper has named Annette) in place of a kitten. I'm sad, but let's face it, coming into season every two or three weeks was driving everybody mad, and now perhaps I can stop peeing on the bed and the sofa in my distress.

When we were put into our carrying box and into the back of the car, we thought UH_OH, last time this happened we had injections, and made a terrible fuss about it. So let's cry at the top of our voices and try to get out.

That didn't work. (Strangely, it never does.)

So we had to stay at the (spit hiss) VET place to have our insides cut about. Do you have ANY idea how humiliating it is for us pure-bred cats? And it's painful! YES. it is. And I wanted to go to the loo but I couldn't.

And when "they" did deign to come and collect us, it was even worse, having to bump into everything with stupid big collars over our faces. What IS that all about?? We can't eat, wash, groom or pluck at those long stringy things in our sides.

Well we have decided to go on a campaign of vengeance for all this. We are going to run up the curtains, chase around the furniture, knock things over and act like banshees. So there.

 
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