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Leave a treat for Opie
Nicknames: Opie One Canopie, Opie Dopicus, Opienna-Na-Na-Na-Na, Opelini
Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Quick Bio:
-purebred
-cat rescue
Coloration: Orange & White Tabby
Likes: His humans, FOOD, his catnip blankie nicknamed "Humpy" (ummm, 'nuff said)
Pet-Peeves: Vacuum cleaners! Baths!
Favorite Toy: The ring from a gallon jug of milk (thanks Betsy and Lizzie!). Lazer light is great fun too.
Favorite Nap Spot: Wherever there is a good view and sunshine. At nighttime, wherever his humans are.
Favorite Food: He will eat anything! He will eat EVERYTHING!
Skills: He LOVES to play fetch!
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: He was found after midnight laying in the middle of a back road in October of 2005. When he wouldn't move, his (soon-to-be) owner stepped out of her car to see if he was injured... and little Opie looked up at her with his big amber eyes, started purring, and then... rolled over to have his tummy rubbed. That pretty much sealed the deal. And he's been charming us happily ever after. :-)
Bio: For being so big, he has the teeniest, tiniest mew, and trills as he sprints from room to room. He loves, loves, LOVES scatter rugs, and is known to wrestle with them when there is no one around to play with him... one day we found him rolled up in one: an Opie cannoli. He was a year and a half when first brought home and weighed all of maybe five pounds... he's now growing like a weed, and has all the grace of a gawky adolescent - each and every entrance he makes into a room is klutzy and different (much like Kramer, the charater from Seinfeld). He's very clownish, comical, and adorable... and - this is the biggie - our family of cat allergic people have absolutely no problem with Opie. Can there possibly be such a thing as an anti-allergic cat???
Lives Remaining: 8 of 9
Forums Motto: Our Gentle Giant
The Groups I'm In: "MAINE COON GIANTS...SIZE THEM UP", ****PURRS AND WOOFS FOR THE MISSING****, **Tabbies With 'Tudes** , CATS ON THEIR BACKS!, Brilliant Orange Cats Unite, CATS ON GLUE, Catster Maine Coon Lovers, Catster Marketplace, Dyson Dogster/Catster, Holistic wellness and natural health for dogs and cats., Impressive Plumage, Maine Coon Men Club, Multiple Catmas 2009, Terrific Tabbies, The Kitties' Club, THUNDERCATS*
Actual Size: ... He's at undoubtedly more than 16 pounds, he's a very big kitty! And he's still growing?!?!?!?!!!!
OPIE'S HOMECOMING: After months of living elsewhere, Opie and his owner Emma have come back home!!! However, that means he and little brother Finney are going to be together for the first time. Both kitties are going to have to used to no longer being the Only Cat.
This ought to be very interesting...
... wish us luck!!!
When Hanni-Girl came back, I assumed she'd be back in Her Room where she belongs, a place where I could come play footsies with her when I please and ignore her the rest of the time.
This arrangement was great. I still had Finney to maul when I felt like it, and the house to myself.
So what happened to this utopia???
Hanni-Girl. THAT'S what happened.
For reasons I cannon fathom, Hanni-Girl has been slowly been introduced to my territory. I tried to whomp on her a few times with little success, she has the world's loudest and scariest HISS. She also knows how to give me a mean SMACK alongside my head, something I've never experienced before.
And now she's living with Finney, Spencer (the pup), and I all the time. What's a big orangie supposed to do?
She seems to have reset the rules around here.
(1) If she wants to sniff you, that's okay. But...
(2) If you want to sniff her, prepare to be clobbered and hissed at.
(3) If you want to use the litter box, she's allowed to watch. But...
(4) if SHE wants to use it, you'd better be far, far away unless you want to again be smacked.
(5) If you are thirsty, you are allowed to drink unless...
(6) SHE is thirsty in which case you better make yourself scarce.
I think you get the picture. This little missy is ruling what used to me MY roost.
The only way I can maintain some resemblance of dignity is to avoid her at all times... this is what I've been reduced to.
For now.
This just isn't what I'm used to. So I've made my mind up.
I will prevail someday. Somehow. Some way. After all...
I found a way out of the house yesterday - my human males left the door cracked just for me! - and I took full advantage of the opportunity, zipping straight through the garage to the Great Out-Of-Doors where a plethora of birds, squirrels, and chipmunks quivered over the arrival of me: Opie, The Hunting Warrior God.
Note: Goofy Finney, who just HAD to follow me out wouldn't venture out of the garage, giving new meaning to the term "Scaredy Cat." But anyway...
... there I was, finally free, where I wanted to be, one amongst nature.
Or so I thought.
I kinda froze, remembering once-upon-a-time I DID in fact live outside and on my own. And I didn't like it back then. Not one bit.
So what was I doing?!!!!
I cowered for cover under the humans' truck (refusing to hide in the garage like that ridiculous Finney), suddenly happy to observe nature from a distance, content until one of my humans discovered me.
I didn't even wait for a human to look for me: all it took was one frantic "Opie?!!!" and I dashed right into that human's arms.
And okay, she smothered me with kisses; something I normally detest, but today I just had to make an exception for I was as happy to see her as she was me. Let's just call it an exceptional experience and leave it at that.
The moral of this story is:
To those of you who think being big, bad, and brave in the face of Lions, Tigers, and Bears is where you wanna be, I've got big news for you...
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