Birthday: August 20th 2001 Coloration: Spotted Likes: outside Pet-Peeves: other cats Favorite Toy: tunnel Favorite Nap Spot: window perch Favorite Food: Evo Skills: excellent climber Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: I was volunteering at the Siamese Rescue booth at a cat show one Sunday morning. I figured it might be a bit slow, so I brought some pix of my cats to show the other volunteers. They included pix of Rafiki, my Savannah. About a month later, I received an e-mail from one of those volunteers with a photo of Ben, and she asked "is this your cat?" As an intake volunteer, she goes to shelters and evaluates any Siamese they get for the rescue program. She saw Ben, and thought he was a Savannah. I got so upset. I can't go to shelters because I cry just thinking about all the animals that never make it out of there. And now, by sending me a picture, it made it very personal. I called the shelter for more info. He was very unhappy in the cage, so they put him in one of the dog runs during the day. I was also told he didn't get along with other cats. I felt terrible. I asked them to please call me and not euthanize him if they couldn't find him a home. I had a big master bed room that he could have at worst, but hopefully, I'd integrate him. I called every week for eight weeks. Finally, they told me to put in an application and come see him. He was friendly but not overly. I didn't care. How could he be his normal self with a stranger and when trapped in a shelter? I took him home a week later. He's a sweet kitty and very friendly even with strangers. Lives Remaining: 9 of 9 Forums Motto: Grumblin' kitty The Groups I'm In: "Cobblestone Square", ♥ Angel Circle of Love for Simba ♥, ♥All Fur Fun♥, AWA Country Club International HQ, Bengal Cats, Bengals are Crazy!, Brusselball, Feliway® Felines, for meowing out loud, Meezer Junction, Pawsome Pages, Stripes and Spots, The Pampered kitty's group, Voki Madness! The Last Forum I Posted In: Let's Make April 22 "A Bit of Bacon for Mac" Day
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Mom got us all collars today. They were on clearance at PetSmart. Mine is bight red and has a bell and a design that is reflective. I don't mind collars. I'm glad Rafiki has one now. His has a bell too, so now I will now when he is sneaking around trying to ambush me. Wish Mom had done this years ago.
Mommy told me that I am a DDP today. I wish I could be more excited. It’s funny how something that makes you so happy one day can make you feel awful the next. I still love my fishing pole toy, but Mom has to lock it up because of Rafiki. Rafiki doesn’t really like to play with those types of toys so much as he likes to chew on and eat the string. We have to be real careful around here. On Saturday, we weren’t. Mom was playing with me all by myself. Rafiki was downstairs hanging out with Hershey and AnnaDee. We were playing before she was going to go out for a while. We stopped, and she set the toy aside instead of locking it up. She was going to bring it up to my room and play with me a little more before she left, but first she had to take care of some things downstairs. When she opened the door, there was Rafiki ready to come up, so she let him. She stayed in the basement doing some stuff. When she came back up, she started running up the stairs saying ‘oh no’. It was too late. Rafiki had already gone after the toy. He chewed the line in half and swallowed a bunch. We were upset. He’s eaten dumb stuff before: a whole peacock feather, a toy, some hemp string. He often throws it up. Mom didn’t call the emergency vet because Rafiki cannot be anesthetized because of his heart, so it’s not like they could have gone in and gotten it out. We waited and waited. Nothing came up. He has continued to eat and drink and act normally. This morning we called our vet. She told us to monitor him and make sure he continues eating, drinking and acting normally. Mommy will be coming back home at lunch to check. Please cross your paws for Rafiki to be okay.
Thanks to all my friends who sent me birthday wishes and rosies. I actually got a present a little bit early. It’s supposed to be for all of us, but I’m the one who really loves it. It’s a homemade fishing pole toy, and it has the best toy tied on the end to chase. Mommy’s friend makes them out of deer hair. Looks like a little mousie! I beg Mommy constantly to play with me with it. I chase it and won’t stop till she makes me after she sees me panting. It’s the best!
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