Nicknames: Finney, "FinneyFinnFinn", Sweet Boy, Big Guy
Birthday: September 20th 2006
Coloration: Cream-Lynx Point
Likes: Finney loves to greet everyone and anyone to our home and adores to be with people, never ever hiding from anyone. He still loves all countertops and everything on them: they're his playground of choice. Food, food, and more food. The Purrfect DVD.
Pet-Peeves: Having to be scolded and lifted off (repeatedly!) everywhere he's not supposed to be. Like countertops. Being chewed on by Opie. Not getting the bathroom faucet turned on fast enough for his liking. An empty food bowl.
Favorite Toy: His very favorite "toy" is actually the top piece of plastic that tears off a bag of frozen food, shredded cheese, etc. He can hear the sound of ripping plastic no matter where he is. He'll bat and chase one of those around indefinitely.
Favorite Nap Spot: Anywhere the sun shines, especially my bed in the morning. He sleeps on my bed all night as well, not nocturnal in the least.
Favorite Food: Finney loves all food. Dog, cat, human; doesn't matter, he'll try to eat it. (He is restricted to cat food and cat food only, much to his dismay)
Skills: He knows his name, is a wonderful greeter, sits and kisses on command... and has never met a human he doesn't like :-)
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 Lhasa Apso Spencer getting older and sleeping all evening 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 kitty back in my life. And this playful, sweet little kitten 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.
Update: Finney has since become my little shadow; wherever I am, there he is. He is my helper in all things, from dusting and vacuuming to doing bookwork for the store, he's simply a true joy to be around. I can't imagine life without my head-bonking, happy-go-lucky Finney.
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.
It's official, I'm ten years old today. Ten! Does that mean I'm an official member of the Old Farts Club? Even if my mommy still calls me her baby?
I am so happily surprised I'm able to write a diary entry - thank you to the powers-that-be at Catster!
My mommy says I'm not much different at ten than I was at two. I'm still laid back, gentle, sweet, and haven't a mean bone in my rather large body. I follow my mommy from room to room and still love to help unload the dryer and especially love to help dust. I still sleep at the foot of my mommy's bed and give her headbonks at three in the morning to remind her I'm hungry. I'm always hungry, REALLY I am!
Opie still picks on me, Quincy leaves me be, and Car Kitty gives me kisses and grooms me each morning. We have a new pup named Bongo who didn't like any of us when he first came to live with us. In fact, he'd go all Cujo on us if we so much as looked at him. He's gotten better finally, my mommy got it through his head being mean is not going to fly around here.
My life at ten years old is wonderful. I'm healthy, happy, and very loved. It doesn't get better than that.
Even it's definition is marvelous... : "to want something to happen or be true and think that it could happen or be true"
So much promise in one little word; Hope.
And with all that I am, and at 21 lbs, that's quite a lot!, I am hoping beyond hope that Catster as we know and love it will continue to be here as it always has been.
So much has happened since we became official Catster members; we went from one kitty to four (!!!), our Spencer pup has left us for the Bridge and we gained a Bongo puppy in his honor.
We've developed friendships from our time spent on Catster, true friendships that exceed typical boundries, shoulders to lean on in difficult times and laughter shared during the good.
Beautiful kitties have come and gone, yet will always occupy a special spot in our hearts... sweet souls we'd have never met and gotten to know if it weren't for Catster.
My own mama's support system was here when I was so sick eight years ago... it was Catster that assured her I was more than "just a cat", that searching for a cure was the right thing to do and not a fool's folly. Heck, she tears up still just thinking about how wonderful this community was to her and to me.
And now there is the smallest bit of Hope that this community, our beloved Catster site has a chance of staying here, staying put, for all of us to use and cherish. For now, my mama and I will hang onto that bit of hope... the comfort it gives is immeasurable.
And yes, we're sentimental as can be when it comes to our Catster community, unabashedly so. And whether it will continue to be or not, our precious memories are ours to keep.
Thank you to everyone who has so lovingly befriended us... we love you all, each and every furry body and their family. That won't ever change.
And who knows, with a little Hope, there might be many more diary entries to follow as well as more friendships to be made.