Who's your Fur Baby
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This is Maja, she means the world to me... would hang out with me all day. Just one big suck lol. I would move locations in my apartment and she'll follow me into the next room. Time for sleep and she'll snuggle up next to me. I got her from my local SPCA took me about months of popping in and out and 3-4 visits to her specifically before she picked me (thats right she picked me not the other way around).
This is Maja, she means the world to me... would hang out with me all day. Just one big suck lol. I would move locations in my apartment and she'll follow me into the next room. Time for sleep and she'll snuggle up next to me. I got her from my local SPCA took me about months of popping in and out and 3-4 visits to her specifically before she picked me (thats right she picked me not the other way around).
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The tux is Oscar, and the one in the domino is Millie. They're maybe 8 months old; when we moved in August they were semi-feral kittens living under the house next door. I was still grieving for the 14-year-old cat I lost in January, and was not planning on getting a new cat just yet, but Oscar and Millie had other plans. They have taken to indoor life extremely well, and are sweet and friendly little cuddlemuffins.
Right now we've got their mama living in our basement, too; she's still pretty wild and skittish, but it's been so cold we didn't like her chances outside and brought her in. She's got an appointment with the trap-neuter-release people on Sunday, so she'll be staying in the basement until she heals up from her surgery.
Within a day I found the most annoyed looking cat at the Humane shelter in the area...his picture looked like he was totally peeved that his picture was being taken. I had to meet this guy. Apparently he had been in the shelter for 4 months (it was a no kill shelter), and his previous owner had died. He was an older cat (5yrs old) who really wanted nothing to do with me, but I opted to annoy the heck out of him while I visited, and while he didn't seem all that interested, I knew I had to bring him home - he needed someone and I needed him. His name is Seminole, but I often call him Semi or Bubbie. Apparently, I was the first and only person to show an interest in him in those four months.
I also wanted to look for a second cat, and found a cute little girl who had been there over 30 days, and she was a happy go lucky fluff ball. She was a baby when I got her, about 6 months old. Her name was Holly Berry, but I just call her Holly.
When I got grumpy pants Seminole home, he wouldn't eat, and he only weighed 6 pounds (he had come in the shelter at 12 pounds). He was severely depressed and I was pretty sure he just wanted to die (I think he really missed his previous owner). It took me a month, but I finally got him to eat (now he's a complete chow hound - I often have to shoo him away from Holly's food bowl when she wanders off). He's now 16 pounds, a bit stand offish during the day, but a complete snuggle buddy at night - though sometimes I wonder if he's trying to kill me too since I'll find him pressing a paw on my throat and has his face in my face to check to see if I'm still breathing (I do sometimes wonder how the previous owner died)...just kidding...sort of...heh.
My little girl Holly is just completely clue-free. She loves life, and loves to play all the time. She can be a bit skiddish, but is a total snuggler all the time. She loves to play fetch like a dog, and will bring me a toy and talk to me until I pick it up and throw it for her to retrieve. She rarely meows, and usually chirps and chatters. I have a lot to learn from her about being a bit more care free and enjoying the moment.
I've had them both about three years now, and have to post some pictures when I get a chance to upload them.
Sammy was rescued from our friend's attic, with his brother Chester. Everyone else in their litter was dead, so we took them in
Jasper is our newest kitty, around 4 years old but we only got him a year ago from the animal shelter near us. He's biig and fluffy and likes to go outside even though he's an indoor kitty. He's a flame-point ragdoll and he's always the star of the show whenever we have guests over. (IMO he's kind of a diva)
He enjoys roaming the neighbourhood when we go out for walks though, and is an avid fan of bananas and snuggle time
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I also live with my grandparents three other cats. Lots of cat cuddles for me.
These are my boys -- Loiosh is the orange, my VP of Marketing, my first successful leashcat, my constant companion. He's lying atop Chocolate, my Chief Morale Officer, my grumpy old man cat, who's actually pretty okay with Loiosh laying on top of him because warms. Chocolate will travel with me these days, but that's only because he's 17 and just can't be arsed to care. Also, get off his lawn.