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.
You know how some days just seem better than others in just about every way?
THAT was my day yesterday! My mommy does not do well with this whole spring-forward-time-change, never has and probably never will. Her sleep pattern was so completely off that she got up at 4:00 AM yesterday and you know what that means, right? Early breakfast for me and my brothers! Breakfast, without having to earn it: no slammin' headbonks, making biscuits, knocking things off of her dresser... what a way to start a Monday!
She then started her laundry, with my help, of course as well as cleaning. Together she and I washed all the windows downstairs including the ancient living room French doors that were full of nose marks - not mine, of course, I would never ever do such a thing. (Mommy: Not true.)
Then in the afternoon we needed to set up a new wireless router because our old one decided it needed a vacation. What a great time I had with all the wires! I love to chew on them anyway which is why almost all the electrical cords in our house are covered in gathered fabric now. I helped her every step of the way, walking off with whatever cord she needed... I got her to exercise that way. She rewarded me with all brand new fabric covers for the cords, so funny that mommy; she KNOWS I don't like to chew on fabric!
Then we started dinner together. I just wanted to be on the kitchen countertops helping, at this point I was Mommy's Velcro, but my mean mommy kept putting me back down on the floor. My mommy paused for a moment and realized I didn't take even one cat nap the entire day! I was too busy helping!
After dinner, which I wanted extra early as my tummy was soooo empty from the early breakfast as well as working all day, I followed my mommy into the living room where she picked up her book, and I, finally exhausted, fell promptly asleep right next to her.
We had a great day, my mommy and I. She is my best friend and I'm making sure I am hers too.
I can't believe it, really can't. What an honor to be a DDP again, to say I'm humbled is an understatement.
My mommy was so surprised when she read about it this morning that she bumped into a magazine on the kitchen counter that was holding two raw eggs in place which caused the eggs to splat onto the floor which not only made a huge mess but caught my (bad) brother Quincy's attention who promptly ran through the eggie goop and tracked eggie footprints everywhere!
Does my mommy know who to celebrate or what? Silly mommy.
I thank you Catster powers-that-be for thinking of me as well as my wonderful friends who have sent me such sweet gifties and messages.
It's snowing again here. That should not come as a surprise to anyone who lives in this corner of Pennsylvania, the city north of me has the dubious title of The Snowiest City in the USA and I live in its snowbelt meaning for every inch the city gets, we get two. And I love it - it means I get to watch tons of birdies at our bird feeders and even more fun: SQUIRRELS!
I chitter and chatter like, well, a kitty when I see them, they are coming just for my amusement and I love them. Trouble is, my little bro Quincy hears my chattering and comes running to disrupt my fun by smashing into the window I'm looking out of - on purpose!! He loves to watch them all scatter away. Who does that?!?? He thinks he's Mr. Tough Stuff. I think he's Mr. Party Pooper. So I sit and patiently wait for them to come back just to have him...
This winter finds me at at least 21 pounds. More of me to love! My mommy doesn't quite see it that way and is limiting my food. I don't get it; doesn't she understand the only thing I love more than squirrels is mealtime?! Food is love! I'm now hungry all the time and cry and bite my mommy every chance I get to let her know just that. Ridiculousness.
Being wintertime means my humans are inside the house with me more often. I'm making baby steps in cuddling with my mommy. Every once in awhile I'll humor her by jumping on her lap and knead on her. She thinks it's because I love her, which I do. But I don't think she's quite connected this sudden change in my behavior with the empty stomach I need filled. Silly mommy.