Likes: Mom and dad, the dogs (much to the dogs disgust), being part of the family
Pet-Peeves: Ear drops, his food being late
Favorite Toy: Cat teaser, Wade's green loofah dog
Favorite Nap Spot: Top of the chair in the living room, in the chair on the patio, on the futon in a beam of sun
Favorite Food: He's not picky, I feed him Deli Cat mixed with can food
Skills: He's great at bringing in grasshoppers to play with
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: I showed up at my Nana's house in October. She already had 3 cats and 3 dogs and didn't want another one but she couldn't turn me away. So she let me stay in the garage at night and made sure I had a warm bed and plenty of food and water and I was pretty happy. I met my new mom around turkey day and she really like me a lot but had to convince my new dad that they needed to bring me home. They're cat Callie died in a tragic accident in October and he wasn't sure he wanted another cat. Part of the concern was whether I was box trained and okay in the house so mom convinced Nana to let me stay inside to test me. It was so great I got to sleep in Nana's bed at night and stayed outside during the day. Dad agreed to let me come to Baytown and they brought me home at Christmas.
Bio: Thomas rode in his carrier for three hours like a champ never made a sound in the car. We got him home on Sunday and he basically slept until Tuesday when he woke up and immediately sprayed the Christmas tree, not good. Then during the night he urinated on our loveseat, twice, even worse. Luckily I had already made him an appt. with the vet to have him neutered and once the surgery was done he has become a model citizen.
We lost Thomas on November 18th due to renal failure. He fought a hard fight but when he turned down his favorite ice cream (butter pecan) we knew it was time. My husband and I have taken his passing hard. He was my baby from the moment he walked into our house, we were very in tune with each other. We miss you handsome man.
Man do one cool thing and everyone's all bent out of shape.
So what if I brought a bird in last night. So what if mom got up at 3am because she heard me in the hallway. So what if I brought the bird in again after mom put it out. So what if said bird is now no longer with us. Why is this a big deal, I'm a cat. A cat that was raised in the country and had to make do on my own for the better part of the first year of my life.
Lot of stuff has gone on lately. One of the most interesting things was the mouse incident.
One morning mom was sleeping in the front room with us because there was a big storm and Wade was freaked out. So she heard me playing in the bathroom at about 3:30am and yelled at me to stop and come back to bed. Well I was quiet till about 4:15 or so and I started getting loud again so she came into see what I was doing. There I sat on top of the bathroom scale trying to look innocent and cute (not to sure about the first one but I know I nailed the second one). Mom saw the tip of a tail from under the scale and she thought I brought in another lizard. Boy you should have seen her face when she picked that scale up and realized it was a mouse. A big honkin' field mouse. I can't use the word that came out of her mouth; it wasn't a nice word. I chased the mouse out of the bathroom, it scared the dogs and they took off in opposite directions and it ran over mom's foot. Finally she got it in the clothes basket and took it outside. I let her know quite loudly that I didn't care for decision but to no avail, she let him go anyway.