Domestic Shorthair
Picture of Dash, a male Domestic Shorthair

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Home:Tempe, AZ  
Age: 8 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 16 lbs.

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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Gotcha Date:
November 28th 2008

October 17th 2008

Brown Tabby

He likes getting his belly rubbed. He loves Breathies treats. And he worships our other cat Crash.

He does not like it when I don't let him outside. He only gets to go out hunting in the mornings when it's not so hot.

Favorite Toy:
A wand with a furry thing attached to the end

Favorite Nap Spot:
It the window outlook in the kitchen.

Favorite Food:
Canned atlantic salmon with Merrick's 100% Salmon canned cat food

He's really good at catching butterflies and getting into trouble.


Arrival Story:
The circumstance surrounding both Dash and Dusty's arrival into my life was not ideal on their end of the story. It was late November of 2008, and I was house/dog sitting for a friend of mine. Not unusual for the morning visit, the dog was waiting not so patiently by the front door for me to let her go pee in the backyard. I pushed open the sliding glass door to the backyard and watched with curiosity as Olivia took off running toward the back wall. I had seen many stray cats around the neighborhood, so I didn't think much of it when Olivia feverently chased a stray cat up the wall and watched it disappear into the alley behind. I walked over to the wall to make sure the cat wasn't injured or anything, and that's when I heard it. A tiny mewing sound sounded from the dirty dog bed. I lifted up one corner of the bed and found a small gray kitten nestled in a fold in the blanket. The little thing looked up at me with bright blue and it was very clear that the baby was cold and frightened. I quickly grabbed Olivia and ran with her inside the house and searched for anything to put the baby in. I grabbed a laundry basket and some towels from the bathroom and headed outside. I picked up the kitten and buried him the mess of blankets. My immediate thought was to look for more babies, and it turns out I was right. After a long time looking everywhere in the backyard, I only found one more kitten, a brown male tabby, wobbling on cold feet under the patio set. After I got him situated in the laundry basket, I looked over the wall for the mother, who was nowhere in sight. I then called my friend who owned the house and asked her if she knew who owned a cat with kittens. Nothing. So, I sat outside in the cold backyard for 3 hours waiting for the mother cat to come back. During this time, the kittens slept inside my jacket, where it was plenty warm. Surprisingly, these kittens where very tolerant of people and would purr when I pet them. Well, after waiting for about 3 hours, the mother never came back and I was at a loss of what to do. I decide I would take them home with me. But first, I took them to the local vet so that they couldn't pass anything harmful to my golden retriever Ginger who has cancer or my big orange tabby Crash. They were healthy so I drove them home. The car ride there is another story. I put them in the laundry room and had my sister play with them while I made a very interesting phone call to my parents. There was a lot of yelling in that call, and something along the lines of "We don't want stray cats in our house!" But I sure wasn't going to take them to the pound or leave them in the cold backyard as my dad suggested. Now, keep in mind that I was 18 when this happened and my parents were in California at the time. It must have been very easy for my parents to tell me to take them to the pound because they had not seen these adorable kittens yet. When my parents came home that weekend, they thought they were very sweet but insisted we couldn't keep them for unnamed reasons. So, I put up found posters all over the neighborhood I found them in, with no responses. The neighbor kids would come over every day to pet them and soon names were found. The brown tabby who was more playful than his brother and the first to try anything became Dash. He was very vocal and would roll over to have his belly rubbed. The blue-gray kitten who was a lover and more calm than his brother became Dusty. He comes to the sound of breakfast and dinner and loves to sleep on people. I can honestly say that I did not intend to keep these kittens as my own when I first found them. However, over the next couple of months, my whole family became attached to them, even my parents. My mom would ask every person who came over if they wanted the kittens, but later I would find her playing with them as she does my dog. My dad would yell about how the kittens chewed on some cord and about the “consequences of having kittens”, but when he thought no one was watching, he’d casually put Dusty on his chest to snuggle under his chin. I would not describe my family as a cat family, mostly because our cat Crash is not very friendly, except toward the kittens. Our large,15 lb orange tabby cat is, by all standards, the neighborhood bully. Strangely enough though, he loves Dusty and Dash. He can sit for hours cleaning them, laying on top of them so they don’t get away. As far as I can tell, the kittens enjoy every moment that their ‘God’ gives them; they close their bright eyes and appear to fall asleep under the rough and sometimes violent licks of our tom cat. My golden retriever Ginger, on the other hand, dislikes the kittens. But who can really blame her? She 11 years old, has skin cancer, and now has to deal with two kittens who love to clean her feet in the most annoying way and bite her tail as it wags. Dusty absolutely adores her. Many times I find Ginger lying on the cool tile floor and Dusty right in front of her face just watching her. I don’t know if he’s making sure she’s alive or what, but I think Dusty loves Ginger even more than Crash, if that’s even possible. Whenever he sees Ginger get up for something, he immediately forgets Crash and follows right by Ginger’s legs. Ginger tolerates it all well though; whenever the kittens try to rub against her face, she raises her lips, but she’ll never do anything past that. The kittens changed my family’s perception of cats in general. But nothing would change the fact that I'll be going to college in a few months. My parents stood firm and said it was irresponsible to have pets in college and they would not take care of them for me. But, as I love animals and want to become a veterinarian, I would not give up. Normally, I would agree with my parents in that it would be irresponsible for college students to own pets. But now I think anyone can own a pet as long as they are prepared, financially and with their time. I am. My plan to keep my beloved kittens is this. I will be going to college close to home. My little sister still has one year left of high school and, since she loves Dusty and Dash, she has agreed to take care of them for the 8 months of my freshman year of college. Before I found the kittens, the plan was to stay in a dorm for the first year and move into a house with roommates for the next three. That has not changed and it perfectly accommodates the kittens. Now, about the money issue. My parents have always said that they are not paying for college because if I pay, I will have more incentive to work hard and not waste my money. Therefore, I have saved up for college and veterinary school for my whole life. I got good grades in high school and now have a full ride to college. This now leaves me with a large savings account and the ability to be financially responsible for my kittens. Plus, I have found ways to save about 75% on food and supplies, so it will cost approximately $200 a year for the two kittens. Ask me how, I'd love to explain further, but not in this section. It took 6 months of me cautiously avoiding the subject or sub-subjects of adopting the kittens out. Once, I even had to make an adoption flyer. Granted, I did put up the most un-cute picture of the kittens and used no personal information on them in the flyer, but those 6 months were quite a scary time. But now I’m through it all. My parents have just agreed to let me keep Dash and Dusty. To make it official, I went out and bought them name tags and scheduled an appointment to get them microchipped with my contact information. Hurray!

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