Nicknames: IT 2.0 (by Briana), Hammie, Hamster, Little Orange Lovebug, Little Garbage Picker, Hatebug
Gotcha Date: April 12th 2008
Birthday: February 2nd 2008
Coloration: Orange Tabby
Pet-Peeves: closed doors
Favorite Toy: straws and straw wrappers
Favorite Nap Spot: orange Morgan's bed, top of the cat tree, condo on cat tree
Favorite Food: anything
Skills: purring and kneading and eating at the same time
Arrival Story: I'd been searching Petfinder for weeks, looking for an orange lovebug, but every time one became available, I always got there too late. Then I saw an ad for 7 kittens, and 3 of them were orange, but they were being adopted from PetSmart an hour away on a Saturday I had to work. I figured they would all be spoken for by the time I got there. Then 2 days later another ad was posted for the same place with 4 more orange kittens! I did what I had to do and made arrangements to go to work late that Saturday. The adoptions were supposed to start at 10 but I got there at 9 when the store opened. The first group of kittens were like pet rocks - cute, but lifeless. The 4 siblings were feisty. I had to decide between "Peanut Butter" and "Prince Phillip." When adoptions started, I asked to see both of them. Phillip ran around the room, but Peanut Butter lay against my shoulder purring while I petted him. It made it easy to decide which one to get, but it wasn't easy deciding on a new name for him.
Bio: His mother was a stray who left him, his 2 brothers and one sister in someone's backyard. The homeowners brought them to a shelter, but then a rescue group took them and they were raised in a foster home. On Saturday, April 12, 2008, the rescue group held an adoption event at PetSmart and I found my orange lovebug.
Momma took me to the vet today! I wasn't happy. We have a new vet tech. She was OK, although I wasn't happy when she swabbed my ears. Then she brought in the vet and held me while he poked and prodded my belly. As soon as she turned me around to face him, I let him know exactly what I thought of him. Three times in a row. Then she grabbed me from behind and held me while the vet kept putting a piece of tape against my tummy and then ripping it off! It was torture!
To make things even worse, the vet gave me a shot in my backside! And I know it's not time for my vaccinations - we do that near the end of the snowy season.
We had to wait afterwards and Momma checked out at the pharmacy, so I know my torment has just begun. Then we didn't go straight home - for some reason, Momma drove to Not-the-Momma's house. On the way, I felt sick and tried to tell Momma, but she just said, "it's alright, baby" and then I threw up all over the carrier! It was awful! So Momma took me in Not-the-Momma's house and carried me upstairs and put me in the bathtub and made me sit in WATER. And Not-the-Momma couldn't find a towel - really? - so Momma wrapped and dried me in some old t-shirts.
I made it home without having another accident. But I'm not happy.
Note from Momma:
My poor baby boy has been licking his tummy raw. He was on a round of antibiotics back in June, but the problem came back after we stopped. The vet gave him an antibiotic shot and gave me medicine to give him - Prednisone for allergies, drops for his ears, and topical flea medication for all three of my babies.
He's doing much better now. He has his appetite back and hasn't been lethargic, but I'd appreciate it if you can keep him in your purrs and prayers. The antibiotic shot can have serious side effects and he has been suffering with this skin problem for a while now.
It's bad enough when our friends leave Catster, but we HATE it when they delete their pages. All those memories, all that history, just - gone. We've invested a lot in our Catster friendships - a lot of time, a lot of love, and a lot of Zealies. When our friends delete their pages, it feels as though they don't value our friendship, don't value us. How could they so easily discard something that means so much to so many others? We said we would never even consider doing such a thing to our friends!
Then came Helicopter Catgate.
If you don't know what we're talking about, you're lucky. For some reason, the editor in chief of Catster Magazine thinks that cat lovers would want to see a video about someone disrespecting a cat's remains. The article about the cat's skull was bad enough, but this went beyond the pale. And some of our friends were so disgusted, they left Catster. And for once, we couldn't blame them.
We unsubscribed from Catster Magazine and said it was because of those articles, but no one at HQ seems to care. Many of our friends are angry that Catster magazine used the term "WTF," and while we're not offended by the term, we do expect better from Catster. After all, these writers and editors are getting PAID to publish this magazine, and that's the best they can do? So why would we want to pay to support such sick, offensive crap? We wouldn't! Our Catster Plus membership is due for renewal on July 9th, and we just don't see how we could continue to support Catster when it publishes things it should know will offend most of its members.
On July 1st it will be 6 years since our family joined Catster. SIX years! That's 40 in cat years. A long time. A lot of memories. How would we even begin to try to condense all of that history, all of those memories, into just 10 pictures each? We couldn't. It would be too painful to even try. When a relationship goes bad, the best thing to do is make a clean break.
So we finally understand why people delete their Catster pages. We have 2 angels in the family who have been living out their 10th lives on Catster, and we wouldn't want to leave their pages just a shell of what they used to be. We also wouldn't want to dishonor their memory by associating with a site that thinks Helicopter Cat is appropriate material for cat lovers. It's not a "Video We Love" - it's not even "offbeat" - it's offensive, and we want no part of it.
July 9th is still a few weeks away, and a lot could change between now and then. Catster was our community long before "SAY whatever the fluff we like MEDIA" came along. We have no intention of quitting without a fight.