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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 Catster Local Spots I've Marked: Countryside Veterinary Clinic, Maryland Virginia Veterinary Behavioral Consulting, The Cat Companion 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, Pawsome Pages, Stripes and Spots, The Pampered kitty's group, Voki Madness!
The Last Forum I Posted In: How do vets handle "scaredy cats"?
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I've been having to eat prescription food ever since the vet found that I have kidney stones. The last time Mom bought a bag of the dry food, she noticed that the size and shape of the kibble had changed. She figured it was a new formula. Then she noticed that I wasn't really that thrilled with it. Still, she kept feeding it to me. One day, she decided to double check the recommended feeding amounts. There's a chart on the bag that goes by weight. The first column read 'weight of dog'. Dog?! She turned the bag to the front. There it was. A big ole outline of a dog. What is the matter with her? Is she blind? How could she not have noticed???? She needs to slow down ...
The other night I decided to sit on the couch with Mommy. She keeps a regular bed pillow on the couch, and I like to sleep on it. That particular night, Mommy was sitting next to the pillow, so the edge of next to her was pitched downwards towards her. I hopped on the pillow and curled up, my back facing Mommy. After quite some time, I decided I need a good stretch, so I reached backwards with my fore legs. As I did so, I started to roll backwards and slide down the tipped pillow. All of a sudden, I slipped right off! I was on my back, wedged between Mommy and the pillow and all my feet were sticking straight up in the air. Mommy said I had a very distressed, scared and angry look on my face for a split second, but then I kept rolling and ended up half on Mommy's lap. She started petting me, and I realized that her lap was somewhat comfortable and warmer than the pillow. Soon I put my head down and went back to sleep. Mommy seems to think this is a big deal because I have never slept on her lap, or even on half of her lap in the four years that I have been here. I think it was just a nap. Zzzzzzzzzzzz.
Ever since Mommy took me outside at the front of the house two weeks ago, I've been howling at the door and trying to sneak out when Mom comes and goes. She normally takes me on the deck in the back. That day, she was raking leaves, and I was meowing at her to let me come outside too. Finally, when she was done, she brought me out front.
Well, immediately I could smell the stray cat! She's been around, and some neighbors have been feeding her. I don't like it. Or maybe I do. Anyway, it requires my attention and for me to be outside. When Mommy tried to take me back in I growled and got nasty. She didn't appreciate that, so in I went anyway. Mommy's tough.
Since then, I have been telling her that I need to go back out. I've been spraying near the front door. I've snuck out once, and tonight I did it again. Mommy freaked. She was trying to come through the door with all her stuff while trying to shoo me in, but I got away. Ah, the night time! The cold air! The scents! I didn't get far sadly. Mommy is shrewd. She doesn't chase. She just walks camly and slowly and talks to me like she always does. I was busy sniffing around inbetween some bushes when she just stepped in and scooped me up. How inconsiderate. She never wants me to have fun. She tossed me back inside like a sack of potatoes and shooed me with a loud voice and hand claps. MOL!
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