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Coloration: Brown Tabby
Likes: Eating, sleeping, and cuddling.
Pet-Peeves: Not being as graceful or as agile as his sister.
Favorite Toy: His feather wand.
Favorite Nap Spot: Any flat surface is liable to be scoped out as a potential place to lay his head.
Favorite Food: He will eat anything, but his favorite treat is roast turkey.
Skills: Melting my heart.
Arrival Story: Tanner, like my other kitty, Olivia, was born feral. His mother and Olivia's mother were sisters, so in addition to being adoptive brother & sister, they are also cousins!
Tanner's mother is a feral cat who lived near my office. I had tried to trap her numerous times, the most recent being the previous year when she had had another litter of kittens. I trapped the two kittens and found homes for them, but Mama refused to be caught. Then, three years ago, she had another litter of four kittens (two calicos, a brown tiger with white, and Tanner, a solid brown mackerel tabby). Unfortunately, Tanner was the only survivor of his litter. Despite Hav-A-Heart traps set out, two kittens completely disappeared, and another, one of the calicos, sadly met her death under the wheels of a passing car. Tanner, however, was rescued, and so was his mother, who was adopted by a relative of one of the techs at my vet's office.
Tanner was not supposed to be a keeper ... I had every intention of finding a home for him. But once I'd had him for about 24 hours, that plan was out the window. He was so precious, and incredibly, almost unbelievably sweet, and he had these wide, trusting, gentle green-gold eyes that just melted me. Plus, he had a biological tie to my sweet Olivia. So that was that ... I decided I couldn't let him go, even when a friend, who I'd enlisted into helping me find a home for him, called to say she'd found the perfect one. I had to tell her no - he was staying.
Lives Remaining: 8 of 9
Forums Motto: To know me is to love me!
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So the other day, I was cuddling with Mom and she told me that she thought I felt a little bit chunky. Now, I've always been a big kitty, even when I was a baby, and now that I am full-grown, I weigh thirteen and a half pounds. There are definitely kitties bigger than me, I'm sure, but of all the kitties I personally know, I am the biggest one. However, I am definitely NOT fat, I don't think. The Dr. has always told Mom that I am just a big cat and that I have excellent muscle tone and would not be considered overweight. But Mom said she thought that she had to press down just the slightest bit in order to feel my ribs, and that means I might need to lose some weight. She is going to talk to the Dr. about it when I go for my checkup, but meanwhile, she said, I need to get more exercise.
One of the ways she plans to help me get more excercise is to make sure that Olivia & I get outside on our harnesses and leashes five times a week instead of only once or twice. I think that sounds ok, because I really like to stroll around the backyard and investigate things. And the fence is really high so I feel secure back there.
Plus, Mom said that she is going to make sure that we also have at least two play sessions per day with my feather wand. I think that is definitely ok, since the feather wand is my favorite toy.
Now, if she tries to cut back my meals ... THEN I'm gonna be mad!
Just call me Kevin McAlley-Catster. (Although to be entirely truthful, I am not completely alone ... my big sister, Olivia, is here with me, and Mom has someone keeping an eye on us. )
Still, being alone in the house without Mom or the canines does present a curious kitten with some unique opportunities.
For example, I have the next forty-eight hours to learn how to open the refrigerator door and work the remote control. Plus, I can torture Olivia without Mom scolding me or Tucker, my bossy canine older brother, around to rat me out.
So much to do ... so little time. And of course, I must work some time into my schedule for a few cat naps.
Hopefully I won't have to defend the premises against the Catnip Bandits ...
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