Sunday, July 1, 2012
Noaa
My joy, my boyfriend. I can't come up with all the words for this boy. He's the king cat and keeps all the other babies in line -with just a look.
DH rescued Noaa from a bunch of rednecks who thought it might be good to bury him alive. How can people be so mean?
Noaa and DH have loved each and been friends for so long. This is the only good result of those rednecks' ignorance and hate - we have one of the bestest yeller cats ever.
DH rescued Noaa from a bunch of rednecks who thought it might be good to bury him alive. How can people be so mean?
Noaa and DH have loved each and been friends for so long. This is the only good result of those rednecks' ignorance and hate - we have one of the bestest yeller cats ever.
We're really not crazy cat people
And we really do love our cats. They make our life richer with their cat-ness.
Our cats are
Noaa - noble, benevolent despot and my boyfriend - he is 16 and we can tell he's feeling his age. All of the cats can tell and they are worried. But Noaa does not seem ready to go yet and he is constantly amazing us with his antics.
Gilbert - every cat's best friend. If we give a kitty some love, Gilbert must come help. He had something of a tragic start to life: he was hit by a car and left for dead downtown. My DH fostered Gilbert after he was ready to be released from the kitty hospital until a real home was found. DH was incredibly upset to go into PetSmart and find Gilbert sitting in a cage after he had been adopted. And well, DH was livid, whipped out his wallet and paid the adoption fees (after already paying all his vet bills to heal his broken body) and brought Gilbert home. Which is exactly where he belongs.
Benedick - our seal point ragdoll. He's huge, not so bright and incredibly sweet. He's our double nought spy and he graduated from the 6th grade - aka Jethro.
Little Blue - our blue lynx point ragdoll. He's also huge, incredibly shy and just a sweet when he gets over being shy. Little Blue doesn't really care to groom himself or be groomed, which has earned him a few nicknames - Columbo Blue, Lumpy Rutherford Blue, etc. We've found a great person to groom him for us and when he comes home with a Lion Cut - he's also the Cowardly Lion (the resemblance is almost uncanny).
Tag - our seal point Siamese. Tag is a piece of work. His most recent antic - stealing the watch part of my heart rate monitor. I didn't catch him so the watch is still at large. His real name is Tagalong because he loves to walk with his Dad or me. His full 'southern' name is:
Taliesan, Tagalong, Little Crow, Sack of Taters, Splayer of Claws and Hogger of Beds.
Yes, it's a mouthful - but well - he deserves it.
And last, but not least:
Fergus
Fergus is another rescue kitty. We got him 3 days after we got Tag, which is most likely a blessing in disguise. Fergus is tough, fearless and a rough and tumble sort of guy. He's also an old soul who loves to have fun. And he's my baby.
His rescue is quite a story. An acquaintance at work asked my husband if we would adopt a kitten that had been found over the weekend and was going to end up at the pound if a home wasn't found post haste. We had just got Tag and also had 2 old queens at the time. It didn't make sense to take another cat. Then I saw his picture. Um. Gee. Another friend at work was also thinking about adopting but the timing was wrong. So I made a deal with him - I'd take the cat until after the first of the year (this was in November) and if it wasn't working out and he was still in the market for a fur baby, then he'd be able to take the kitten.
Then I met the kitten - oh my - love at first site.
And we have some babies who have gone to the Rainbow Bridge:
My "Miss Harry" - a rescue tabby who lived a long, fairly happy life.
Scute - the queen - and DH's sweetie Scute was about 14 when she died and my babies, Tag and Fergus were so very lucky that they were able to spend a few months with her. The cat knew she loved to raise a kitten.
And lastly, but not least:
Mickey. DH's bestest friend in the world. Mickey died far too young and we fought very hard to prolong his life. We are blessed with the memories we have of the boy and we are certain he whispers to Tag and Fergus.
Our cats are
Noaa - noble, benevolent despot and my boyfriend - he is 16 and we can tell he's feeling his age. All of the cats can tell and they are worried. But Noaa does not seem ready to go yet and he is constantly amazing us with his antics.
Gilbert - every cat's best friend. If we give a kitty some love, Gilbert must come help. He had something of a tragic start to life: he was hit by a car and left for dead downtown. My DH fostered Gilbert after he was ready to be released from the kitty hospital until a real home was found. DH was incredibly upset to go into PetSmart and find Gilbert sitting in a cage after he had been adopted. And well, DH was livid, whipped out his wallet and paid the adoption fees (after already paying all his vet bills to heal his broken body) and brought Gilbert home. Which is exactly where he belongs.
Benedick - our seal point ragdoll. He's huge, not so bright and incredibly sweet. He's our double nought spy and he graduated from the 6th grade - aka Jethro.
Little Blue - our blue lynx point ragdoll. He's also huge, incredibly shy and just a sweet when he gets over being shy. Little Blue doesn't really care to groom himself or be groomed, which has earned him a few nicknames - Columbo Blue, Lumpy Rutherford Blue, etc. We've found a great person to groom him for us and when he comes home with a Lion Cut - he's also the Cowardly Lion (the resemblance is almost uncanny).
Tag - our seal point Siamese. Tag is a piece of work. His most recent antic - stealing the watch part of my heart rate monitor. I didn't catch him so the watch is still at large. His real name is Tagalong because he loves to walk with his Dad or me. His full 'southern' name is:
Taliesan, Tagalong, Little Crow, Sack of Taters, Splayer of Claws and Hogger of Beds.
Yes, it's a mouthful - but well - he deserves it.
And last, but not least:
Fergus
Fergus is another rescue kitty. We got him 3 days after we got Tag, which is most likely a blessing in disguise. Fergus is tough, fearless and a rough and tumble sort of guy. He's also an old soul who loves to have fun. And he's my baby.
His rescue is quite a story. An acquaintance at work asked my husband if we would adopt a kitten that had been found over the weekend and was going to end up at the pound if a home wasn't found post haste. We had just got Tag and also had 2 old queens at the time. It didn't make sense to take another cat. Then I saw his picture. Um. Gee. Another friend at work was also thinking about adopting but the timing was wrong. So I made a deal with him - I'd take the cat until after the first of the year (this was in November) and if it wasn't working out and he was still in the market for a fur baby, then he'd be able to take the kitten.
Then I met the kitten - oh my - love at first site.
And we have some babies who have gone to the Rainbow Bridge:
My "Miss Harry" - a rescue tabby who lived a long, fairly happy life.
Scute - the queen - and DH's sweetie Scute was about 14 when she died and my babies, Tag and Fergus were so very lucky that they were able to spend a few months with her. The cat knew she loved to raise a kitten.
And lastly, but not least:
Mickey. DH's bestest friend in the world. Mickey died far too young and we fought very hard to prolong his life. We are blessed with the memories we have of the boy and we are certain he whispers to Tag and Fergus.
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