Monday, February 25, 2008
My old man.
My snuggle cat.
Rescued off the street (so to speak) by Damien- the poor furbaby was skinny and snivelling- and after 10 days I just could not let the vet send him to the SPCA 'coz I knew no one would adopt him. He now lives in my bedroom, with his own food, water and litterbox, where he's been ever since I brought him home over a year ago.
Being as old as he is, I think he thinks he's sposed to be in charge... and Taxi thinks otherwise. Taxi takes every opportunity to dash into the bedroom and take a swat at the old man, who then dashes in under the chest of drawers and growls and hisses at him.
Greebo denies the existence of the old man altogether. Occasionally you may find Greebo looking at my bedroom door as if wondering if he should introduce himself to Grampa Scratchy properly... but he has yet to follow through.
The old man's eyes are rheumy, his ears are scalloped, his one canine tooth has had its point broken off and he has scars all over.
I believe he was loved at one stage, and I am hoping he got lost when trying to find his way "home" after his servants moved house... I would hate to think this sweet and lovable old man was unceremoniously dumped somewhere.
He loves nothing more than to be held and cuddled and he purrs loudly and kneads you when you hug him and stroke him.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
When I brought my beautifully sleek, silky, black Greebo home, I had visions of this gorgeous black cat and I spending all our time together. I saw fuzzy dream-like images of him sleeping on my bed with me and curling up on the couch with me and and and... But it was not to be. He was not going to be "my cat". He intensely dislikes being held and cuddled except when I get home from work- I am allowed maybe 10 seconds of snuggling and then he wants to go down again. From day one- though he spent a lot of time with me while he was an "only" cat- Damien was very definitely his preferred companion. I managed to delude myself for a while. My bringing Taxi home as a kitten was absolutely the last catnip though. Greebo made a point of ignoring me- like sitting on the coffee table in front of me with his back to me. It took months for him to decide to like me enough to sit on the couch with me for a bit... He now ONLY sleeps on my bed with me if Damien has been away from home for 3 nights or more. Otherwise he sleeps on Damien's couch and bed- waiting for him to arrive and take up his position.
Monday, February 18, 2008
My darling Taxi... AKA Snickerdoodle, Tickanax, Tickanackaz... and whatever other rubbish comes to mind when I cuddle him.
Taxi goes where I go- and if I go without him he opens the door!
He doesn't like being cuddled and held- but he loves to be stroked and scratched and he'll purr like a tractor when he's happy. While I'm cuddling him he'll rub up against anything near him from walls to couches. He loves toys covered in fake fur and when he falls asleep his mouth hangs open! He also has no teeth besides his canines and a few front teeth- he battled unbelievably with gum-disease and despite my brushing his teeth and changing his diet he started losing weight because he couldn't eat so I had no choice but to have them pulled. He manages fine now, snacky things and all!
Unlike Greebo, Taxi doesn't mind being photographed.
For some strange reason he's a little wary of Damien- I have no idea why since Damien has never been cruel to him or anything.