Likes: Affection, especially belly rubs, (attempts to get) bread.
Pet-Peeves: Nuk, Wookie, being told "no"
Favorite Toy: The Zoom Groom
Favorite Nap Spot: Any where soft (warm is a bonus)
Favorite Food: Royal Canin SO 33
Skills: Her indomitable spirit.
Arrival Story: We met her at an *adoption event* We went out on a simple trip on a Saturday to the pet store to get more catnip but we ended up falling in love.
A local shelter was 'showing' some of their cats that were available for adoption. We weren't looking for another cat. But this petite girl caught our eye. She was so sweet, very friendly and we could tell she had such a big heart. We fell in love and when we learned that she was "the cat who was with this shelter the longest amount of time, and that with her birth defect, she was having trouble finding her forever home." That made up our minds to apply for approval to adopt her. I just about danced around the house in joy, the day her shelter/rescue called and told us we were approved.
Bio: Sweets was first noticed roaming around outside. A friend of the shelter founder called her and said "You've got to come get this cat, there's something wrong with her leg." Sweets was captured and waited happily with her shelter until our paths intersected.
On our first visit to our vet with her, we were cautioned that with Sweets' fused right rear leg, we may eventually face Degenerative Arthritis or other joint deterioration. Our vet warned us that there may come a point in time where we would need to assess and possibly amputate that leg.
For 3 1/2 years Sweets ran, jumped and played the same as any fully 4 legged cat. Then in the winter of 2010-2011 it became apparent that she was having debilitating pain from that leg. A vet visit (and 3 x rays later) on the 13th January revealed just how bad her right rear leg was. We made the decision to amputate that leg (surgery was on the 19th of January 2011) and biopsy the suspicious areas. The biopsy returned negative for cancer, but showed Degenerative Arthrosis. Sweets has been recovering beautifully and is her usual loving, sweet self.
No-one ever told her she had a *defect*
... And we won't tell her either!!!!
Today the Un-Neutered One and my Angel took Gabby into the bathroom with them. They closed the door and I could hear (HEAR !) the sound of the Furminator being used to brush over her.
I could hear the UNO talking softly and sweetly to her, I could hear her plaintive cries to be left wild-furred.
I pawed under the door. I was ignored. I tried to break the door down. THERE. Was. A. Brushing. Going. On. And. *I*. Was. Missing. It.
Sturdy door, didn't budge under my manly, muscled attempts to breach it.
Gabby was eventually released. (and ran for my "undisclosed location")
... but did I get brushed? No! (and I've never met a brush that I didn't like)
... and so I've failed. I couldn't protect Gabby from the "brush" ! I couldn't take the brush unto my own self. !
No wonder a three-,legged tri-colour-of-doom has usurped ALL of my *authority*
I'm an old man who should probably just lie down and submit my paws for a "manicure"
(which at least has the word "man" in it - right?)
There was a past Catster site article titled: "My Tripod Would Be the Alpha Cat If It Weren't For Her Missing Leg"
What? I knew that I was special and I was slowly asserting my right(s) as the true Queen and Alpha even before I (wrestled with the alligator who thought my leg would "taste like chicken" ) had my amputation surgery.
But, it all became the most clear to me that I was not "like them" [Nuk and Gabby] when I got my own "Recovery Condo". Once I got out of that condo (and the Cone of Shame) it was time to put my paw down, so to meow.
Like a boss... I can make the humans do all of the stupid human tricks that I've taught them.
"Turn the water on, turn it off, now turn it on again" "Give me your sofa seat and you sit on the floor". "Lift me up, there where I'm looking at - get it?"
I can make the humans also do a ridiculous dance. All I need to do is walk in front of them and suddenly drop and plop over on my side. Oh that one is so highly amusing that if you haven't tried it for yourself, I suggest you do! The graceless, awkward moves that ensue from your human will have you smiling for days. Days!
Like a boss... I can make the Striped Nuisance take a wide path around me, with just a look in his direction. More hilarity!
When Nuk wants be "somewhere" and I'm in his way, he walks around me. Giving me a wide berth and wary glances that say "Look, I'm avoiding you, so could you, you know, maybe avoid launching yourself at me?"
Like a boss... I get *my* way and get what I want 98% of the time. (The other 2% is split between my not having or being able to do "things that are dangerous/harmful to me" and what I can only assume is general human contrariness)
Like a boss... I'm not afraid of the snow and I get the most outdoor "porch time"
Like a boss... I show benevolence and tolerance towards the Wookie. (Unless she's in her super-annoying playful young-one mode and thinks that I'm her toy)
Like a boss... When our litter boxes are scooped in the morning, I'm the first one who goes and "makes her mark".
Like a boss... I am never "rousted" from a sleeping place. If I am sleeping comfortably on the bed and a human wants to take a nap, the human also knows that he/she/they must arrange themselves around me - NOT the other way around.
Thank you friends for celebrating my Gotcha Day/Birthday with me. Everything is better when shared with friends.
My lovely (nearly) twin Ishtar sent me a beautiful Emerald.
Tigger, Cali, Scaredy Cat, Sobe, Bent Ear, Onyx and kittens sent me a love Bluebird to chase.
(I still haven't caught it)
Sending purrs back to Bent Ear... He's been having some crystal problems. (As a 'urinary dieter' I sympathize !)
Samoa sent me a Tulip (nearly as pretty as she herself is!)
Meep and Bibi sent me a pretty red LadyBug !
Sofie and Ginger sent me a delicious Shrimpy
Ingen sent me an 'Adoptive Ribbon'
Natalie the NatCat sent me a lovely Red Rose bud
The "M Crew" sent me a Red Heart.
Fellow Tripod Art Blakey sent me a Blue Iced Cuppycake!
The always amusing DA TABBIES O TROUT TOWNE sent me a lovely Pawmail.
~ Thank you Friends ! ~
Now for my tale... If there remained any lingering doubts about *who* is the actual boss of the house, they would have been shattered recently.
I sat just inside of the doorway of the bedroom and refused to let that large Striped Nuisance inside.
He tried to sidestep me, I moved to block him. He tried to walk right past me. I smacky-pawed him. He tried to get past me on the left. (SMACK!) ~ He tried to get past me on the right (SMACK!)
This went on for an amazing amount of time (and smacks)
But, finally, the fact that he was not going to be permitted to enter the bedroom, sunk into his ever-so-large but dull head. He skulked off to go sleep on the sofa instead.
A few days later. I took up my "guard" position, but this time outside the bedroom doorway. Striped Nuisance was inside and wanted out from the bedroom and I again refused to let him pass.
All the same behaviors as before from both of us, but this time he gave up and went to sleep aside of Papa's dresser.
(Nuk needs bossing around, every now and then, otherwise he forgets just who is 'in charge' and he starts to fancy that he might be. Poor, delusional, Striped Nuisance)