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Coloration: Cream-Lynx Point
Likes: Little Finnegan just loves his whole family, he 'cries' when he needs to be picked up and loved. He also - unfortunately - loves all countertops and everything on them: they're his playground of choice. He's also finds running water deliciously awesome.
Pet-Peeves: Having to be scolded and lifted off (repeatedly!) everywhere he's not supposed to be. Like countertops. And being banished to another room when Spencer the dog is eating his dinner (see below).
Favorite Toy: Unfortunately for our pup, Finney thinks Spencer's wagging tail was put on earth for his personal enjoyment.
Favorite Nap Spot: If there isn't an available human to sleep on or by, he's curled up on Spencer's puff bed.
Favorite Food: Spencer's dog food. (!!!!!!!) We now have to put Finney in another room when it's Spencer's dinnertime... something Finney's not exactly overjoyed about.
Skills: Hmmm... if misunderstanding the meaning of "NO!" can be considered a skill, then little Finney is extremely competent! On the sunny side, he knows his name, comes when called, and even sits on command - for a treat of course. He's no dummy.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: Having my youngest child of four head off to college, her sister move out (with her/our beloved Maine Coon Opie), and my husband's new third shift job all happening within two months along with my beloved Spencer getting older and sleeping all night I was overwhelmed how quiet my life had suddenly become. I found myself working twelve hour days because I couldn't face yet another lonely night at home. I realized that I needed something to fill that emptiness, and after much thought (and many protests from my husband) I knew I needed a cat back in my life. And this playful, sweet little kitten has made all the difference - I couldn't love my Finney more if I tried - I'm over the moon! (And so is my husband, as I knew he'd be.) I guess Finney could almost be considered a 'rescue' cat for he rescued me.
There really is nothing quite like having a tuckered out, warm little kitten purring away on your lap at the end of a long day - life is good. :-)
Bio: Little Finney was originally named Alex, and I called him "Alley"; the name Alex just seemed much too formal for such a tiny and playful kitten. I knew someday he'd 'grow into' the name Alex, but my family protested the nickname "Alley"; "That's a GIRLS name!" and (ridiculously), "He's going to have gender issues when he's older!" Yeah. Right. And is why he's now known as Alex Finnegan.
Lives Remaining: 8 of 9
Forums Motto: Miracles Happen
The Groups I'm In: "ROYAL FELINE GROUP", ♥ A Tribute to Simba ♥, Welcome Waggin' for Dogsters and Catsters, All of us who drink from the faucet - or other running water!, Brusselball, CATS ON GLUE, Catster Marketplace, CRF Support Group, Doc Hunter's House of Medicine, Dolls, Dyson Dogster/Catster, Food recall victims and friends, Impressive Plumage, Kitty survivors, Menu Food Victims & Survivors, Muppet's Bucket (HQ-approved fundraiser), Navin and Buds, Pawsome Pages, Pen Paws, Ragdoll Kitties, Ragdoll Lovers, Ragdolls!, The (Endless) Summer of Scooter, The Hazel Lucy Appreciation Society, The Kitties' Club
The Last Forum I Posted In: Rosette Exchange!
WONDERFUL UPDATE!: Sweet Finnegan ingested contaminated Spa Select Kitten Food (purchased at PetSmart). He was very, very ill with little kidney function... purrrrs, prayers, and nux vomica miraculously turned him around.. . He's back to himself, being the sweet yet bad little kitten I couldn't love more if I tried!
CATSTER HONORS: Cat of The Week - May 17th, 2007,
Diary of The Day Pick - July 18th, 2007,
Diary of the Day Pick - August 14th, 2007, Diary of the Day Pick - October 14th, 2007, Finalist in the Third Annual Coolest Cat Contest - November 15th, 2007, Diary of the Day Pick - November 17th, 2007, Diary of the Day!!!!! - November 22nd, 2007
While I'm still not defending myself against Opie's twice daily attacks (much to my mommy's dismay), I have become very mighty and brave when it comes to something that makes Opie run for his life (and disappear for hours): the vacuum! (See my new video.) I'm quite content being in the same room as it is - as long as it doesn't come too close. And when it does, what do I do? I 'put up my dukes' and give it a WAP. Or two. Or three. If that doesn't work, then I'll hightail it to the other side of the room - that silly contraption will never part me from my mommy! Not now. Not ever! Heck, I kinda LIKE the darned thing - it gives me a welcome reprieve from being Ogre Opie's chew toy.
In other breaking news...
Tomorrow is my big day for I'm going to be three years old.
Yep, that's right. Me, three. Who'da thunk it? Certainly not those vets who told my mommy my only chance of living - after eating that horrible toxic kitten food - was to endure a kidney transplant. Ha! Take a good look at me now!
I'm thriving.
I'm almost full-grown (Raggies stop growing at four years), and am a very easy-going, happy-go-lucky kitty. And whether it's one-on-one or with a large group, you'll find me there socializing/hanging/just contentedly being me for I just love people.
And whether I'm being a mischievous boy (I still like sneaking up on the counter tops) or a sweetie pie and unabashed Mama's boy, I'm almost as thankful as my mom to have reached this new benchmark in my life.
Who knows what this new year-to-be will bring... Hopefully nothing but the happiest of mews.
Well, I can't speak words, of course. That would be sheer silliness, wouldn't it?
I have my very own way of getting my thoughts across, thank you very much. I am a champion headbonker, I am with my mommy every single moment she's here at home, I sleep at the bottom of her bed every night, I help her with all her housework, I patiently wait for her to come home from work crying as I see or hear her for the first time in hours... it's no secret around here I am a Mama's boy who will do whatever I can to please my mommy.
Anyway...
My mommy recently received a bouquet of her very favorite flowers with a Mylar balloon attached to it (from her daughter who now lives in LA). She LOVED them, but had to keep moving them as Opie and I found the balloon and it's attached string captivating.
The flowers eventually wilted, of course. Leaving the balloon in all it's glory.
My mommy got a piece of crackly plastic and tied it to the bottom of the balloon. What fun! Opie and I had a grand time jumping up, batting at the string and crackly plastic trying to catch it and bring it down to play with, making Mommy laugh and laugh. But then the phone rang and Mommy left us momentarily to answer it... and wouldn't you know it, that's just when I caught the crackly plastic thingie. Of course! So what did I do??
Why, I marched right into the kitchen where my mommy was talking, proudly holding said crackly plastic thingie in my mouth with the balloon bouncing in the air behind me. I didn't let go of it, not me. And I sat right in front of her so she'd see what a good hunter I am!
Mommy looked back and forth at me and the balloon - which was covered in hearts and the words "I Love You" - and said "Can you be any more precious?" (Mom's note: It was a Kodak moment and I left my camera at the store. :-/)
And of course she got down on her hands and knees to give me a kiss.
Which caused me to let go of my catch. Of course.
Giving Opie, the opportunist, his chance at the crinkly thingie. Of course.
The things we kitties do to impress our humans, eh?
I woke up early this morning to the most beautiful sight of pure sunlight pouring into our bedroom. As I often do, I crept up to Mommy's head to give her a great big BONK to wake her up and enjoy the wonderful First Day of Spring with me!
Mommy woke up, gave me my lovins (and gave some to the pup Spencer as well), and as she sat up, she looked out the window and cried out, "Are you kidding me?!!! Are you KIDDING me?!!!!"
Huh?
I thought it looked like a pretty morning, with the sunlight so brightly bouncing off the snow.
Snow?
Yep. Snow.
Mommy says "Snow" is a four-lettered word.
Our winter this year has been astoundingly white. Living in the northwest corner of Pennsylvania, we live in what is so tenderly called "The Snowbelt". And as we live south of Erie, PA (which has had 141 inches of snow and counting), we get to enjoy the fun of "lake effect" snow. What that means is we get roughly twice as much snow as the city of Erie proper, give or take a couple feet. (Yes, feet.) Our unofficial total of snowfall here is 302 inches or roughly 25 feet.
We who choose to live in Erie County, Pennsylvania tend to refer to ourselves as being hardy people because that sounds better than crazy idiots.
Snow. On the first day of Spring.
At least it really reflects that glorious springtime sunshine?
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