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Age: 15 Years   Sex: Male

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Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

October 22nd 2001

Salem is VERY affectionate, talks alot, loves to sleep with us

Fireworks, thunder and lightening

Favorite Toy:
A leather mouse

Favorite Nap Spot:
Everyplace is good for a nap, on the bed, under the bed, on the dining table, under the dining table etc.

Favorite Food:
Anything strawberry flavored, especially licorice

He will stand up on his hind legs, farts rather impressively,


Arrival Story:
I had lost my Nigel and Tootles in 2001 and beginning of 2002. My house was empty, no cats to be heard. At work a woman sent out an email saying that her grown daughter had a black cat that needed a home. We went and met him and decided to adopt him. They called him Oreo and told me he didn't like to be held much...I knew both would change...and they have. Salem is now the biggest love bug I have ever seen to both strangers and family alike. He is almost dog like in how he behaves with new comers. People who say cats are distant and independent are taken aback at Salem who gets up in their laps and talks non stop to them.

Salem is black all over except a white spot in the shape of a crown on his fat belly. I call him my little Witche's kitty. We pretend he was born on Halloween although we really have no idea for sure. He loves to play with Rufus and is trying to get to know Tumnus (our new kitty). I think Tumnus is a little affraid of him because Salem talks alot. The first time I heard Salem fart, he was lying on the floor in my office. He heard the fart, you can tell by the way he moved his ears, he then smelled his own behind and the ground like he was surprised...he acted like he was affraid he had pooped on the floor. He is a fastidious cat, he has always been good using the litter box. We have a screened in porch that he loves to go out on and watch the squirrels. The first year we had him and July 4th came around we found Salem was affraid of fireworks. He was sitting in the front window watching things and some kids set off fireworks. He ran through the house to my daughters bathroom and opened the cabinet door and his inside. I laughed so hard over that, that he could not only open the cabinet but would use this talent to hide from something he was affraid of. During hurricane Jean, Salem had to potty and for some reason he would not use the litter box, he demanded to go out on the lanai (porch) and potty in the flower bed, with the rain pouring down, the thunder and the lightening going on overhead. It was hilarious, Diane and I watched him closely, you could tell he was worried about the wind, rain and thunder but he went out and did his business and came running back in, soaked. We wiped him down and brought him to bed. Over time he is less affraid of loud noises like that. He still doesn't care for the sub woofer on my stereo set in my office. He will leave if I am playing rock music. I think he prefers Mozart.

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Forums Motto:
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I've Been On Catster Since:
January 24th 2007 More than 10 years!

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January 25, 2007

January 25th 2007 1:26 pm
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Salem, the cat who doesn't like to be held...OH how that has changed.

He comes to me and lays his head on my shoulder, my chest, wherever he can get too me the best. Last night when I was on the computer he came up and laid his head on my right hand, while I was was clear he wanted some attention.

Salem as I have said is a very vocal cat. He shows it off the most when I get mad and yell at my daughter. He comes and talks and meows and goes on at me when I loose my patience with Diane over something and it makes it so hard to keep a straight face.


January 24, 2007

January 24th 2007 11:37 am
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I will never forget 2001. September 10, 2001 I drove into Orlando to start a new job a week later. I had my two cats and two dogs along with my husband and daughter with me. Of course we were all stunned by the events of September 11.

In November, we found and bought a house and were thrilled about that, in December my beloved Nigel passed away making Christmas very difficult for us. Nigel had been my constant companion for 10 years. Then again in February I lost my other cat, Tootles who had been a rescue kitty that was transformed by a loving, stable home.
I had no cats in the house for the first time in more years then I could count. I was so used to seeing my cats, I would see a shadow and think it was one of the cats.

A friend at work needed to find a home for a black cat and I jumped at the chance. Oreo became Salem and Salem has become my love. He is funny and quirky and smart. He is very attached to my daughter but finds a way to love me just as much.

Over time Salem has gotten a little fat...his white spot is not so noticeable because most of the hair on his belly has fallen out, I have always thought because we rub his stomach so much. He is so used to it now that when we put our hand out to him when he is laying on his back, he spreads his legs (I call him my little tramp.streetwalker, ho) so we can rub his belly.
I laugh now when I think about how his original owners said he didn't like to be held. He LOVES to be held now. I pick him up and carry him around the house like he is a baby and he is very happy to stay there as long as I can hold him.

Salem on occasion has managed to escape from the house leaving both Diane and I absolutely frantic. One of the most memorable was when I got up to go to work, it was still dark outside. He somehow had managed to pry open the pet door and got off the lanai (porch). I went outside calling his name, frantic at the thought of Diane waking up and him not being there, she was so young at the time it would been a bad scene. I heard his meow and finally located him on the roof of the house of all places. He didn't seem to know how to get down, in the dark, I got out the ladder and was able to coax him over too me so I could bring him down. I fixed the pet door so he couldn't pry it open.

He has escaped other times, I think he knows how to open the screen doors on the lanai so we always leave them locked now. He wll even try to sneak out the door when its open. There have been a couple times that he has been gone a couple hours but Diane will call him and he will finally come running and meowing across the lawn. Its almost like one of those love scenes in a movie, Diane and Salem running toward each other, her calling his name, him calling her name.

Salem has in the past caught lizards, frogs and such. I have managed to get him to drop the frogs but the lizards are usually too much for him.

A couple years ago, we found Rufus and brought him home. He was declawed and fixed and Salem had his claws. They learned to be friends but Salem would still hurt Rufus with his claws. I finally had his claws taken out. I was sick all day until I got the call that he was conscience and doing well. The Vet did the surgery on Thursday and then kept him until Saturday to make sure the bleeding had stopped and he was ok. I went by to visit him on Thursday and was so relieved to see he was ok, I had been a nervous wreck. I called on Friday to see how he was doing. I knew he was back to his old self when the Vet told me "Salem is a very vocal cat, he crys to get our attention, and he rolls over on his back because he knows its cute so we will come and pet him". Thats Salem all over. The staff was very taken with him and he had them wrapped around their finger, they couldn't resist his charms. He recovered without much trouble. It has leveled the playing field between him and Rufus. Now Salem can't beat up on Rufus, they get along so much better. When we decided to get a new kitty, I knew we had to find a rescue that was already declawed. I didn't want to go through having another declawed, that would have been too much to stand. We were lucky to find Tumnus who had already been declawed on both the front and the back.

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