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Pets and cuteness.
jodizzle:
I just found a bunch of photos of my kitty I forgot I even had. He was SO SMALL. Look at him compared to the size of the boy's docs.
I really want another tiny kitten, but I dont think I could share my love.
(PS That kitty in the casserole dish fills me with joy. He looks so confused as to why his foot wont pass through the glass.)
Inlander:
I'm 100% certain that your cat and my Hedda have the same breed in them somewhere.
calenlass:
My old red point Siamese, Thelma:
She and her brother Otis got dumped on our front porch when they were about 6 weeks old when I was 3. Otis ran off later, but she stuck it out with me. She died of a type of bone cancer that apparently only usually occurs in rottweilers this past October. She was 19. She was so bossy, and always just walking all over people. Like seriously, you'd just be sitting there and then all of a sudden she's basically just pushing you onto the ground to sit on you. Also she used to lick my hair; I guess she thought it tasted good.
This guy's name was Wanderer, after Taran from the Lloyd Alexander series. He had huuuuge feet, and whenever we would see him prowling through the backyard he always looked vaguely like a cheetah. He had cataracts in the one eye (although sometimes the light would shine through it funny and we could see his eye was completely intact behind it, and I think he sometimes could see through the cataract) and was mostly deaf. He reminded me of Willy Nelson, all old and grizzled and kind of a hippie and been there forever and never dying. He showed up one day to eat our other cats' food and bully them around because he was a Tough Guy, but then he stuck around and eventually let us get him fixed. After that there was not a sweeter, less demanding cat I have ever met. He wanted whatever affection I would dole out, and would follow me around whenever I was outside just to be near me. A lot of his nights were spent peering in the windows at us, wanting to be inside not because it was cooler or warmer or the weather wasn't so bad in there but to be with us; and it was sad because we often ignored him in the hopes that he would go amuse himself (my mom is allergic to cats and wasn't getting shots at the time).
In August 07 he was sleeping under my car and I had to leave because I was late for work and I didn't check, and I ran over him. He was put down three days later because of a ruptured bladder that was leaking somewhere into his abdominal cavity. We found out after he had gotten some Xrays that his head was not actually supposed to be that round, but built up scar tissue from so many fights over the years, plus a poorly healed fracture in his jaw that had some calcium around it, made it kind of misshapen. We also found out that once, back before we knew him, he had been shot not once or twice but three times, and only one of them could possibly be confirmed to be merely a BB, because the others were just shrapnel. Ever since he died I have always felt like we were never fair to him, because he never demanded anything of anyone and was the most grateful creature I have ever seen for so little in return, and we by comparison did not shower him with unrestrained affection but barely spared him such attention as we could be bothered. I can say, though, that because of him I was far more aware of what I should have offered him, so that I could in turn give Thelma the interaction she craved during her last weeks out of respect for both her and his memory.
clockworkjames:
That is such an awesome cat, the eyes are a little like the bladerunner cat.
I could write some about a rat I use to have, he is still my favourite pet ever but it is too depressing.
I miss you ratfink :'(
calenlass:
This is my sister's kitten Nabisco. He is pretty much only ever in pictures when he is asleep because the flash spooks him. He is about a year old now, but he got fixed when he was not even 8 weeks, so he's still got the pointy head and the big ears and never grew much larger than kitten sized. He is a weird cat, because half the time he spooks and runs away from everything, but the other half the same stimulus (like dropping something heavy on the floor next to him) he won't even notice.
This is my buddy Oscar. He and Nabisco are best friends and playmates, otherwise he would come and live with me (you know, if I could afford the $400 pet deposit). They both live indoors because we had a cat named Tormey around two years ago now who was indoor-outdoor and one day he got spooked by the garbage man on his way outside and we never saw him again; it was pretty ominous when later the same day Animal Control picked up a coyote on the next street over, so I am pretty sure what happened, even if my sister will never admit it.
It is strange for a cat to adopt a person and not a territory, but somewhere along the line Oscar decided I am his human, and every time I go visit my parents he is right there at the door waiting to smoosh his nose into mine on the stairs in greeting, and he really likes sleeping curled right against my butt at night, under the sheets of course. He is about three-ish and enormous at 23lb, even though he is not really fat - there is a type of cat that tends to be tabby, male, and just friggin huge, and I don't remember what it is called, but he is one. Admittedly, he has got a little fluffy pooch on his lower belly when he sits that covers his feet, but for the most part he is pretty solid and not flabby at all. Also he has got this thing about sleeping on his back in kind of a spread eagle positions, but I really can't figure it out. Cute, though. He is curious about pretty much everything and his most recent adventure is How To Get Outside.
He blends into the floor!
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