Likes: Food, cuddling with Mom, playing with my toys, food, being petted, food, annoying my sister Jubilee (did I mention food?)
Pet-Peeves: I hate the sound of the Dustbuster and spray bottles! And please, don't pick me up; I'm a four-on-the-floor kind of guy.
Favorite Toy: Ribbon sparklepuffs! I bat them, chase them, chew on them, and carry them around in my mouth!
Favorite Nap Spot: The crow's nest of my treehouse, Mom's bed, and way in the back of Mom's closet on top of a vintage prom dress I pulled off the hanger and made into a comfy nest.
Favorite Food: Whatever Mom and Dad are having! (Veggies too! I love carrots, fennel, and kale!) Not only do I beg aggressively at the table, if you take your eyes off your plate I might steal a slice of pizza or a steak and drag it under the couch!
Skills: I play clicker games, just like my big sister! I can even run an obstacle course with hoops and hurdles!
Arrival Story: I was dropped on the steps of the shelter where Mom volunteers when I was only a couple of weeks old, along with my brothers and sisters. We were raised in foster care, and when we were old enough we went back to the shelter, where all my litter-mates quickly found good homes. But I was different, and at first nobody wanted me. I was the runt of the litter, and I was slow in learning to walk, and I acted really weird sometimes, like weird even for a kitten. (I'm still a little clumsy, but Mom doesn't mind -- she thinks it's cute!) One family adopted me but then took me back to the shelter, like a defective toaster. The vet said I had a neurological disorder, kind of like kitty OCD or ADHD. Well, Mom was at the shelter one day, and saw me in my cage with the note explaining my condition. She had been thinking of getting a little brother for Jubilee, and was just waiting for the right candidate. Mom could tell that I am a super-sweet, super-awesome guy who only needs a little extra patience and understanding! After visiting with me for a few days in a row, she decided to foster me and see how Jubilee and I got along. Mom made the kitchen into a special room for me, with my very own bed and scratching post and litter box and food bowls and toys. She set up a couple of baby gates in the doorway to keep Jubilee and me apart. That was a good thing, because Jubilee hated me! She wouldn't even come downstairs for the first couple of weeks I was in the kitchen. When she finally did come downstairs again, she'd throw a diva snit every time she saw me through the baby gates! But Mom came into the kitchen several times every day to feed me and play with me. At first I was shy, and totally freaked by my new surroundings, but soon I stopped hiding from Mom and started running to her instead. After fostering me for a month, Mom loved me so much that she had no choice but to formally adopt me and give me a forever-home ... even though Jubilee wasn't delighted about sharing her kingdom. Sorry, Jubilee! Skeeter is here to stay!
Bio: I never meow, and I hardly ever purr; I chirp! -- I am a typical bratty little brother; I love to follow Jubilee around and tease her until she takes a swing at me. Then Mom yells at her for hitting me. Ha ha! What a fun game! -- I LOVE human food and I will eat just about anything! Some of my favorite human foods (in addition to the obvious stuff like steak and chicken and cheese and fish etc) are scrambled eggs, carrots, brussel sprouts, kale, almonds, artichokes, olives, and squash. Mom says I am part goat. -- I am bigger than Jubilee, ha ha! She is just a little puffball, whereas I am tall and long and strong. Mom says picking me up is more like holding a dog than holding a cat (except of course that my fur is softer than a dog's, and also I smell much nicer than a dog, especially my breath, ha ha!). -- My paws are HUGE! -- I have a mild neurological disorder. Once you get to know me, you can tell that I'm a little different. I have trouble jumping, and sometimes I lose my balance, and sometimes I just plain act weird. For example I like to chew on my favorite Blue Sparkly Toy while I pace in circles on a pillow. But Mom says I am her special little guy and she loves me just the way I am! Hooray!
Woooooo-hoo! Good news, everycat! We are all finished with the sub-q fluids and the pills! I am back to my normal spunky self and you would never guess the scare I recently gave Mom by looking at me ... except for the little shaved patches on my front leg and my booty.
Mom is still feeding me special food and keeping a close eye on me, of course. She and I are both so grateful for all your purrs!
I am SO glad I don't have to get a big needle stuck into me every day anymore! I am smarter than I look, by the way, and I am now pretty much convinced that Mom is going to do something awful to me if I go into the kitchen. Because for the past couple weeks, that happened on a daily basis. Mom would call me for lunch or a snack ("Skeeeeeeeeter! Lunchtime! Come let Mommy do something unpleasant to you!") and then pick me up (bad enough all by itself!), put me in the cat bed on the kitchen table (of course our house has a cat bed on the kitchen table, doesn't yours??), stick a big needle into me (Mom is pretty good at doing this as quickly and painlessly as possible, and I am very brave! I never cried or anything!), and make me hold still while fluid went under my skin! Even though I did get to eat while she was doing this (I love to eat so much that if I am hungry enough I will eat during just about anything -- crafty Mommy!) Now I will not voluntarily enter the kitchen unless Mom leaves the kitchen first (crafty me)!
Mom is sure that in a few days I will learn to trust her again (I still like cuddling and petting and playing with my toys with Mom, I just don't come when she calls me), and in the meantime, she isn't taking my suspiciousness personally. She says that I was a perfect angel during all the icky fluid treatments (well, except for that one where I got away, and she doesn't blame me for that, either) and she is SO glad I am her little guy and that I am healthy again even though my vet bills mean that Christmas is pretty much canceled at our house. But it will be like Who-ville on the morning after the Grinch's plundering -- even without presents, we will be very very happy just being together and loving each other.
I have amazing transmogrifying powers! I did not even know I possessed these powers until today! Mom was giving me my sub-q fluids and WHAM-O! I turned myself into a bar of soap and magically squirted out of Mom's clutches! Faster than you can say "WHA --?" I had jumped off the table and Mom left holding a needle that was spraying my fluids into thin air! Ha ha! Then, before Mom's human eyes could even detect the shape-shift, I turned back into a cat! It was so awesome! Game on, Mom!
The turkey is in the oven and it smells REALLY GOOD! It is so good to be home!
It is very quiet here, and Mom is keeping a close eye on me. When I pee she goes bananas telling me what an awesome boy I am. And it turns out that my special new food is scrumptious! Jubilee agrees with me, too. Yum!
This morning was the first of ten days of Mom giving me sub-q fluids. It was not fun but I have to say that both Mom and I did well. I know that Mom does not like to stick me with a big needle and hold me down while not-so-warm fluid pumps under my skin. She knows that I do not like having it done. With that mutual understanding, we sort of just wordlessly agreed to get it over with as quickly and easily as possible. Afterwards Mom said I am the best boy ever and petted me a lot! Nine days to go ....
I hope everycat has a pawsome Thanksgiving! Purrs, hugs, and love from Jubilee, me, and Mom to you and yours!