Rufus In Loving Memory


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Nicknames:
Pufus, Fat Thing, Big Lion,

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Coloration:
Red Tabby

Likes:
Sleeping

Pet-Peeves:
Human food, being bothered when sleeping

Favorite Toy:
Plastic bags, other animals tails

Favorite Nap Spot:
In his cat bed

Favorite Food:
As long as its cat food, he doesn't mind.

Skills:
He can squeal like a pig

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
One day when my daughter and I were headed home, we stopped by the mail boxes to get our mail. On the lawn of our neighbor we saw this gorgeous HUGE cat laying there in the grass. I didn't think he was hers because I knew she was allergic. I went up too him and swept him into my arms, held him like a baby and knew he had to be mine. I knocked on the door and she told me that he had been dropped off and had been there a couple weeks. I looked into his Siamese blue eyes and fell in love with him on the spot.

Bio:
All of my cats get a bath from time to time...except Rufus. The first time I tried it, we got through the bath, with him screaming in that Siamese voice the whole time, I was thinking the neighbors were going to call Child Protective Services on me he was so loud, thinking it was my daughter screaming in the bathroom. He showed me how much he appreciated the bath by pooping all over my house AND I mean all over my house. A couple years later, I tried again and he sprayed in each corner of my shower...I give...no more baths.

Forums Motto:
My Mommy loves me best.

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I've Been On Catster Since:
January 24th 2007 More than 7 years!

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Catster Id:
464996


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My Lovey, Rufus


January 25, 2007

January 25th 2007 9:23 am
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Rufus has so many qualities that make him a wonderful cat. One of the things I love about him and I'm sure the other cats hate about him is that he loves to chew on a tail, his own or the other cats will do just fine. Back when Salem had claws we would lay Salem down so his tail would be in Rufus' face and let him chew on it a bit, it was hilarious...Salem would grumble and growl and Rufus had the best time and we did as well getting to watch.

I call him my Lovey because he is a lay about, he loves to get in the chair with you or in the bed with you and just lay there. At times when I have been in bed from illness, he is right there with me. He gets annoyed with me if I toss and turn however and actually will get up and leave me.

Because Rufus was a found kitty I had no idea how old he was. I was relieved when the Vet told me he was about the same age as my other kitties. He acts much older but I guess thats just a difference in personality.

Rufus got his name from my daughter. I had gotten to name Salem so she said it was her turn. She named him after a character in Kimposible, Ron's sidekick who is a naked mole rat. It really fits him.

Rufus does this one thing that is SO shocking if your on the receiving endd of it. I have to warn people when they come to stay or visit. He always come to the bathroom with you and without announcing his intention will jump right into your lap while your going to the bathroom. This could be a real shock to the system if your not prepared for it. Luckily he doesn't have claws in the front but if he feels he is loosing balance he uses his back claws.

When we first got Rufus I thought he was a little standoffish, he would grimace whenever I would pet him. Then I finally figured out that he didn't like his whiskers disturbed. You have to work around them and he loves it then. He has the most amazing set of whiskers I have ever seen on a cat, they are so big you could almost hang Christmas ornaments on them. I had always heard that a cat uses his whiskers to be able to know if a spot is big enough for him to get his entire whiskers through so the whiskers must be as wide as his body. Well I can tell you that Rufus has no problem in that area, we call him Wide Load sometimes he is so big and his whiskers certainly do help him in that department.

For Christmas 2005 we went to Texas for a couple weeks. My neighbor looked after the pets for us. When we came home Rufus had lost weight and started pulling the hair off his tail. This was before Salem had been declawed and no doubt Salem had made a pest out of himself and upset Rufus. I wanted to cry when I saw how Rufus looked. Well we fed him up and stopped him pulling the hair out of his tail and he is huge and lovely like he always was.

Rufus does hold a grudge when we travel. The first week in January we were away. I knew Rufus would look at us and then walk away because he gets peeved when we are gone. It took him a couple days to forgive us our abscense.

When we brought Salem home after being declawed, it was fascinating to watch the relationship readjust itself. Salem had always been the agressor and Rufus let him. Salem slept alot the first couple days and Rufus took this chance to establish some dominance over him. Rufus gave him a couple vampire bites on the neck, he didn't sink his teeth in, he just let him know that he could anytime if he wanted to. Then I saw him sitting proudly like a Big Lion and Salem over on his back at his feet, Rufus staring off in the distance like he had won the battle before it began. Their relationship has been different ever since. They seem to be on equal footing. We don't have to drag them apart anymore thank goodness.

In spite of Rufus size, he will not eat snacks we give him of any kind. You would think he would be the one who is the vacuum cleaner given his big butt. I have often said we should sell advertising for his behind.

When we found Rufus, I fell in love with him instantly. There is something about a man who only wants to be close to you, who closes his eyes in pure joy when you touch him. However I was aware that he might very well have gotten away from someone, someone who had owned him AND might be looking for him. We put up flyers, we called the area Vets, we put a notice in the local penny saver and never got a reply. I hated the thought that someone dropped Rufus off and didn't love him but at the same time that meant Diane and I could keep him and love him.

I soon found some things that might make someone who is not dedicated to cats find it hard to care for Rufus. Rufus is VERY picky about how his litter box is set up. When I added him to the household, I got a larger litter box, the kind with a lid. I soon found that Rufus does not like a lid on his litter box, my clue was when he without shame, pooped right on the floor right next to the litter box...in front of me, sort of like a an exclamation point on his statement. Since then I have made sure there are no lids AND its always clean. He also HATES to have any kind of medication put on him. Luckily things like flea drops only have to be done once in a month or so. I had to try and dose him with ear drops...it was imposible...the first day was hard but I got it done but the next day he knew what I had on my mind. He was screaming in his Siamese voice, I had to hold him between my knees, clamped tight, with me sitting over him, hoping he wouldn't decide to take this moment to spray. Well he still gets upset about the flea drops. I gave up on putting the drops in his ears and took him to the Vet. I gave them a full report on his talents for showing how he objects to his treatment and they took care of the ear problem with only two doses over a months time.

I don't care how difficult he is, I love him. At this very moment, he is playing with his brother Salem, sort of play fighting. Rufus was sleeping peacefully alone in his bed and Rude Salem decided he was going to wedge his big butt in the bed with him and start a fight.

 
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