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Nicknames: Mr.Kitty, Zeppers, Zep-Zep, Mr.StinkyPants, ZepperHead, Kyetty-kyetty, Kitty Cat, Baby Cat, Boy Cat
Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed
-cat rescue
Coloration: Tortoiseshell and white
Likes: Belly rubs, attacking the dog - especially when he's sleeping, licking the dog, sleeping, hugs, being talked to, sitting on the kitchen window sill, hunting mice (unfortunately), clawing the couch
Pet-Peeves: getting attacked by the dog in his sleep, an empty food bowl, getting his nails clipped, baths, butt fur trims
Favorite Toy: Kitty Hoots Tail Chaser mouse - he has two, plays with it till he loses it under the couch, the dog toys, birds
Favorite Nap Spot: his bed in the T.V. room, the sheepskin on the floor - he can see out the window from there
Favorite Food: dry kibble. he won't eat anything else! not even canned food, or the mice he kills...
Skills: hunting small game, getting attention
Dwells:
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: I worked at PetCo once, and a woman came in buying kitten formula. She started talking about some newborn kittens she had found and was raising, but she couldn't keep them much longer because she was going out of town. The rescue that worked with PetCo didn't have any room for more bottle feeders, either. As it happened, I had just taken in 3 kittens from another litter. We'd (my co-workers and I) found them in a crate ditched by the loading dock at 6:30 just the morning before. When I'd taken those home, I had planned that they'd all go to my family in some way - my parent's and I would take a couple, my sister would take one- something like that. Suddenly, though, we found a lot of people that wanted them. The whole litter had consisted of 7 kittens, so we hadn't taken them all. My mom said at one point, "We should've taken the other 4!"
When the woman with the bottle-fed kittens told me about her predicament, I told her I'd love the kittens. She was SO happy, she had been so afraid she'd have to give them up to a shelter or something. When I went to pick them up (we arranged for her to drop them off at PetCo), I was astonished at how gorgeous they were! 3 of them, all long-haired. I kept the biggest, so he could hold his own against Zuzu, the dog. The other two got t o stay together in a happy, happy home - well spoiled, for sure!
Bio: When we first got him, he wasn't weaned yet. It took at least another week to get him off formula completely. During the weaning process he got very foul diarrhea, and the 3 of them were unsure about grooming! I guess because they were abandoned, they didn't know not to pee in their bed or anything... once on kibble, it got better, however because of his long fur and poor potty skills, he ended up getting poop in his butt fur every time he went! The poor cat had more baths in his first year than most cats do their entire lives! Even with it trimmed, he was Mr. StinkyPants. They all were, really.
As a kitten he was twice the size of his littermates. We thought they were older than they were, just based on how big Zeppelin was! Once he and all the other kittens (6 all together) went to the vet together for the first time, it was clear to the vet how young Zep and his brother and sister really were. Their teeth told him they were only a few weeks old! He looked at Zeppelin, who was even bigger than the 6-week old ones, and said "Are you sure he was in the same litter as any of these? He has to be Maine Coon!" We assured him Zeppelin was most likely in the same litter, and he told me that "He'll be 20 pounds, easy! Probably pushes in front of the others at the food dish, huh?" He wasn't even the only vet that said that! At least 3 vets agreed on his probable adult weight, and everyone asks if he's Maine Coon! He got to be 10 pounds within the first several months, at least by 6 months but probably earlier. He slowed down then, and is only about 12 pounds now, but he's still growing! He eats more than any cat I've ever seen, and I've had a LOT of cats! (Not that I go through them quickly or anything, my parents just love them.)
He has this way of sleeping that I think he learned from the dog... You know when most cats sleep on their tummy, they fold their back feet up under them, and curl their front paws up under them? He lays on his stomach with his back feet sticking straight out behind him, flat on the floor (or bed or chair or whatever). His front paws he does the same thing with! He sticks them straight out pointing backwards, one on either side of him, with the little pink paw pads facing up... his whole body is flat against his bed. He reminds me of an otter swimming underwater, for some reason. Sometimes he sleeps in the bathtub, I think because the dog can't find him there, and also because it's cool. When it rains he still asks to go outside, so the first time he did this, I just opened the door for him, thinking "Well it's pouring, he won't go out," but he darted out into it! He paused for a moment, and I thought he would run back inside, but he just started off again at a run! I don't offer to let him out in the rain anymore.
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I FINALLY caught another lizard yesterday and yet again, Mom took it away! First I brought the tail under the breakfast table, and played with it for a loooong time. But I guess my collar bell rang enough to make Mom wonder what I was doing, and she came after me with the squirt bottle.
Once she saw that I only had a tail and not a whole lizard, she left me alone. So I thought that it would be okay to bring in the contributer of the tail later on. Mom was more suspicious this time because I'd jumped over the backyard wall earlier with the tail in my mouth, and she didn't think I'd bring it back over the wall again.
This time she came over and took the lizard. It wasn't moving much at this point for some reason, I guess it was broken or just all used up... whatever it is, Mom took it. She put it outside, and I was pretty irritated about that at first but, well, she locked herself out of the house which was pretty funny.
A scary man came the other day and Mom said he replaced the locks. So then, when she put the lizard out on the back porch, and shut the door behind her so I couldn't run right back out and catch it again, she couldn't come back in! HAHAAHAAA
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