Likes: Sliced turkey; Belly rubbings; World Domination; Cat Olympics; Me
Pet-Peeves: New cats; Dogs- except his sister who he yells at but lets her stay
Favorite Toy: Jezebel (his "sister"; in a good way), Cat Dancer, Most anything that moves
Favorite Nap Spot: Next to me
Favorite Food: Whatever you are eating! Carl Buddig Turkey; Likes spicy food
Skills: Psychic power; mind control; can jump really high and run superfast
Arrival Story: Raven is actually a black "melanistic" Bengal. As you probably know Bengals are known for their very wildlike patterns. Black Bengals are not sellable and so apparently he was cooped up in a cage since birth by a Begal breeder. Someone sprung him and I got him through Serendipity. I wanted a friend for my other cat Hillary, who has since passed away. I made a few phone calls and heard about Raven. At first I thought she said his name was Raisin. Anyway, I had no idea how far away he was. It took me close to 2 hours, on train and bus. He was running around a petstore where he was brought, along with a few other poor, neglected, purebreds but with wrong color coats in various stages of socialization. There were some rabbits too. He didn't pay much attention to me at first. He was busy playing. Then he went to rest in his box and he sneezed in my face. He had a bad upper respiratory. The subsequent days involved me chasing him around with a tissue and drops. So we took the long journey home, with him meowing all the way. The resuers believed he was about 7-9 months old. My vet said 1-1/2 year. He has been my Bestest Friend since! I can't imagine life without him. November is the anniversary month of when I brought him home 6 years ago.
Bio: I was told he was terrified of people when he was rescued since he'd been kept in a cage from day 1. He was really well socialized and adapted really quickly. He'd plop down on top of my books or computer and give me his belly to rub. He's a bellyrubbing fool! Check out those rabbits feet. This guy is an amazing athlete, especially with those jumpers!
He was initially very vocal, from not being neutered! Oh my god. I couldn't sleep some nights. With the URI, my vet couldn't give him anesthesia so I had to wait for him to be better before getting him neutered. He was really sensitive so I couldn't yell at him to shut up! Anyway, that finally got resolved. He still talks a lot! But at least not howling all night.
Raven has always been an alpha male, though you'd hardly think it because he's pretty small. He's gone right up to a dog I rescued and kept in my apt. for a brief moment, got eye level by jumping up on a window ledge and started growling at him. As the years passed, he's grown intolerant of new cats. It could be his genes. Bengal's actually are bred from a wild cat. Or maybe he remembers the time when a lot of cats were passing through, and his original "sister", Hillary, never came home one day. Unfortunately, through my rescue work, I brought home a kitten with FIP (unbeknownst to me). Hillary caught it and died. I place the foster cats and kept Raven, of course, my original one, Jezebel, who has tortoishell in her (Hillary was all tortie), and Starshine was never adopted. She was 1 of the suriving littermates of the sick little kitty. I thought she was too neurotic to adopt out. So, perhaps he associates new cats with loss of his own family. He's definitely demonstrated that cats have long term memory. After living in California, when we returned to my apt. in NY, the one we'd left, he ran around chirping like crazy and exploring his old favorite spots. There was no doubt he remembered that was his home.
Anyway, on of the pictures shows him outside. He was actually harnessed. This was in San Diego, California, where we briefly lived. That was a major thing for him, because since he'd been confined to a cage all his young life, the great outdoors scared him immensely. I had taken him, along with Hillary to Central Park, which she totally loved, and the poor guy was just terrified. But in Cali, he got to explore, as it is small yards vs. big old open space.
He's the sweetest, most loving cuddlebug, who definitely bonded to me as his significant other. Raven's my man. He's everything a cat person could ask for. He's irreplaceable. He makes a lot of different faces too. He has a totally Bengal face at times, other times he can look like a kitten, and at other times like an imp. My friend said he can look like a fruit bat. But that doesn't sound too dignified. Everyone who sees him is impressed by his good looks and glossy fur. I am a total member of the cult of the black cat now.
Vox Felinis! Vox Felinis! That's just genius! Alfie sent me that suggestion for a band name and I love it too. She's a beautiful girl! I want her to be the model for our first album cover. Hopefully she'll agree to it. Hey, how come she's not on my friends page? I gotta get Elizabeth to get on that!
I'm so excited! This is gonna be great! I'm working on my chronicles and now I got a good new trio called Vox Felinis! I don't want to hog the blog now! My sisters are both really talented. That's why we are the one, the only Vox Felinis!
I want to especially mention my sis StarShine. She's a little weird but she's a great poet. Here's 2 Haiku by StarShine (fully copyrighted so don't even think about it!)
They are both about me:
Tailed wrapped around body
Like a pool of black ink
Forms a perfect circle.
Tiny black pin-pricks
Swim in the foam green rapids
That pull me toward you.
That's not to neglect Jezebel or anything. She's working on this song called "Voodoo". There's a line that goes "I will fly on your black wing, anywhere to do anything." That's another special reference to yours truly. A Raven is a bird, although I'm not a bird. That's artistic license.
Like I said I'm working on our chronicles. Wait till you get a load of those!
Keep sending me sweet ideas! I will mention you all in the credits! Plus, anyone wants to be in the video, you better drop me a line, or better yet, become my friend. That way I can keep all your pictures in 1 place!
Its sure hard being a rockstar. People are afflicted with this syndrome, where they follow me around, ask me how I'm doing, do I need something, and touching the fur incessantly. What's worst is being expected to perform all the time, like on demand! Don't people know that a cat has to have his rest in order to be able to be up to par?
I wasn't always a rockstar. Truth is, I got busted. Yup, I let my guard down and Elizabeth caught me one day. She's my human. One day, she came home and found me playing the keyboard. I was jamming so hard that I didn't even notice when she walked in. Otherwise, I'd have just laid down and acted like I was taking a nap on it, like I usually do. You would have thought I just spoke English or something the way she reacted! It was pretty cool though, because I got plenty of belly rubs and Carl Buddig turkey slices on the spot, and that's my favorite thing on earth, aside from playing the keyboard and singing. Now everytime someone comes in the house, they have to provide me an offering, like I'm the Buddha. You can check me out wearing my beads on my page. I look pretty cool, huh? Those beads were actually blessed by a Geshe, very special. They are the only thing I will tolerate being put on my neck. Plus, they are made of sandalwood too, so they have a nice scent.
But now, I'm into more mundane things. I stumbled upon this keyboard and it just opened up my musical genius. I'm a prodigy. I must have been a musician in a past life. I always sang, especially when I'm lonely. Then I sing really loud. Singing is very therapeutic, don't you know?
I'm trying to get my sisters, Jezebel and Starshine to play with me in my band. What do you think we should name the band? Who knows, if I really like your idea and use it, when we become world famous, everyone will know my friends on Catster were responsible for naming my band. I'll put your pictures on my album. I want to teach Starshine how to play the sax. Jezebel is a drummer. You can check her out with her drum kit on her page. She's also posing on the keyboard in another picture, but that's all she's doing, posing! I, on the other hand, am the maestro. I know it looks like I'm just napping on it, but that was after a very long practice session. I like to lay on my keyboard every chance I get. I'm very attached to it. Plus, I get inspiration just from its vibrations, even when its on standby. We cats have finer resonance detection, so I can pick up the hum when you think there is none. I'm going to tell Elizabeth to put up another picture of me, where you can see the concentration pouring off my fur after composing my latest piece, which I'll tell you more about on my blog.