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.
It's my 7th birthday! We started partying last night. Momma was strange. She kept yelling and Not-the-Momma kept calling her on the phone. She had this dark blue hat on her head. I've never seen Momma wear one around the house. She sometimes puts them on before going out, but not inside. And she wore it for hours. Jack kept looking at her like he couldn't understand what she was doing. And here's the really strange part - she kept taking off the hat and shoving it in my face until I sniffed it. She kept doing it and saying something about "Winkie breath." I know Winkie, her first cat, was legendary, so "Winkie breath" must be something really good. I also discovered that if I rubbed my cheek on the rim of the hat, it made her very happy.
And she gave us treats and EXTRA treats after something called the Super Bowl. I think the Super Bowl must be a giant bowl filled with treats!
Tomorrow morning, Briana has an appointment with TWO vets - some special vets who do internal medicine. I hope they're not going to turn her inside out. And Momma was asking someone if they thought Briana would like to go to a parade. She said something about Duck Boats and Tom Brady. I don't know what Duck Boats are, but I'd prefer Chicken and Turkey. I don't think Briana will want to go to the parade - she doesn't like leaving her bed or the armoire.
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.