The Current Cats
First, let me introduce you to the current Fabulous Feline
Five Four ~
- Monster is the last of the Connecticut cats. Her real name is Almoni, since my two friends, Alison and Monica, bought her for me after Sam passed away. But, she was SUCH a terror as a kitten, she was nicknamed Monster, and that stuck. She's a petite little thing and is going on 17 years old. She's very feisty and really wishes all these other cats would just go away. It is very obvious she is the queen of the pack. She is looking a bit more rugged than she did in these pics, but she is going to be 18 years old this year and she loves nothing more than to sit on my lap regardless of what I'm doing - and she is extremely persistent about it, sometimes literally shoving another cat out of her "spot".
- Bud was acquired the same day as Junior. We got these 2 boys at the same time from the Dumb Friends League in Denver. Bud is a big, sweet lovable boy; he likes to play, but when things get rough, he is the first one to meow & literally run to his mommy. He is a lover, not a fighter. And he absolutely adores boxes - above and beyond the normal amount cats like boxes. Bud is about 2 years old and named after Spike.
|Bud is walking the curtain rod - that's Sylvester on the cat condo|
- I had always wanted a black cat and I happened to be on Craigslist and saw an ad for a free black kitten. So we went and got Mew. We had a heck of a time naming her, but if you ever get to meet her, it will be obvious why we chose the name we did. She literally "mews" - she mews running up and down the hallway, trills as she walks, and makes all manner of cat noises but rarely meows. She could fit in one hand when we got her and now she is a little over 2 years old. Poor dear got spayed and blew up like a balloon (I can relate). She is one of the most affectionate cats I have ever had and loves to be picked up, cuddled and having her belly rubbed. She loves to get and give attention to the other cats. She bathes everyone (except Monster, who at least will tolerate being in the same room as her now) and will seek out the other cats to get a bath. She'd be happy if I could carry her around all day long. We clipped all of their nails recently (such fun!) and Mew literally lay on her back and stayed there while I clipped her back nails - I promise to get a picture of this next time so you can see. Junior on the other hand was not a social cat at all when we first got him. He and Bud lived together in the shelter, but, he was very freaked out when we got him home. He didn't hide, but he was very skittish. Turns out, he had been to the shelter TWICE in his short life (he is about 4 years old) and his last "owners" literally kept him for one year and returned him. That happened to him 2 times - people adopted and returned him twice (can you even imagine?) So I can understand why he was a bit mistrusting. He has warmed up quite a bit now. He is definitely the fighter and protector in the family and vehemently protects our home against any other animals, or leaves, by sitting in the window and meowing up a storm. He will also sit in the window and call to you if you are outside.
- I had sent my ex (not the husband - another one) out to get litter and dry cat food and he came back with a cat. That is how we ended up with Sylvester. He is a VERY large cat, very vocal, very loving, very playful and happily goes along with whatever trouble his brothers get into. We think he is about 2 years old. If you hear a crash, you can bet Sylvester had something to do with it. He settled right in with the family. He also blew my theory - when people would ask me why I had four cats, I always said to have an even number. Oh well. He loves to play and sometimes plays a bit rougher than the other cats. He's very strong and will literally head butt whatever is in your hand out of your hand, if he wants to be petted. He regularly does this with my Kindle, my glasses, the phone; anything that is in his way of being loved.
The Furbabies at the Rainbow Bridge
Monster was the last of the Connecticut cats. Her real name was Almoni, since my two friends, Alison and Monica, bought her for me (at the Humane Society in CT) after Sam passed away. But, she was SUCH a terror as a kitten, she was nicknamed Monster, and that stuck. She was so tiny, but such a strong cat; she never let any of the other kitties bully her at all. She was also very funny. I had noticed the decline in her health for a few weeks, little things, but nothing serious until one morning she went to get up and go to the kitchen for food (she had been camping out in my craft room and was getting fed in there so none of the other kitties would bug her; she must have been hungry to seek out more food) and she basically just fell on the floor. At first I thought she had tripped, she was getting worse at navigating around, but, no. I could tell there was much more wrong with her than that. Monster went to the rainbow bridge on April 24, 2016 when she was 18 years old. I'm pretty sure she had a stroke
|Peeking out of a suitcase|
in the closet
After living in Colorado for about 2 years, we noticed that Baby seemed to be short of breath. We waited a week to see if it would sort itself out, and when it didn't, off to the vet we went (we have a fantastic vet - The Cat Clinic - I will never take my cats anywhere else). The vet informed us that Baby was suffering from heart failure and we knew we had to let her go. She was one of my original two cats (her and her biological brother Spike) and was the runt of her litter. She never weighed more than 5 pounds and loved to be held like you'd hold a baby that you were burping, with her paws on your shoulder. Baby left us in May of 2013, she was 17 years old.
|This is Baby & Spike|
Spike (who was nicknamed Buddy, hence Bud's name) wasn't the brightest bulb in the bunch, but he was a lovable boy. The kind of cat that would follow the others and then be the one to get caught. He would always comfort me when I was upset, without fail. He was a beautiful boy and welcomed every cat we got after him with cuddles and baths. Bud reminds me of him so much personality
wise. Unfortunately, Spike began having the same troubles as Baby did, about 6 months after we had to let her go. I knew right away what it was and promptly made a vet appointment and sure enough his little heart had begun failing. He joined his sister at the Rainbow Bridge in December of 2013.
He was my first orange and white cat. After I got him, I had noticed that Boo (who was named Damien, but had a crooked tail - his tail literally ended in an "L" - so I started calling him my Boo Boo Baby - and then Boo). The vet agreed that this was a birth defect and Boo didn't seem to mind it at all. Then was Boo was 16 at the time, had gotten a sore on his lip. He had just had a bunch of teeth removed, so I wasn't sure if it was due to the dental surgery or not. I also
Sam, my mother's cat (who was actually my cat first) who we took in, had passed to the Rainbow Bridge when she was about 18 years old. She had contracted mouth cancer (the same type Boo died from) and after she passed is when Boo came to live with us. Sam was an outdoor cat who became an indoor cat, much to her chagrin. This even describes her perfectly: When we were putting in central air and one of the workers left the back door open. Sam took this opportunity to relive her days as an outdoor cat and promptly escaped. My husband was home and he saw her, but she'd let him get just so close to her and then she'd bolt. He finally called me at work and told me he couldn't get her back inside. I left work (luckily, I worked at a VERY friendly place. When I had to put Sam down the whole staff cried with me) and went home. The house was very rural and I needed to get Sam before dark. I literally walked in the house, went out the back door, called her name once and she ran up to me. I picked her up and brought her in the house. That's the kind of cat she was. I can't find any pictures of Sam in my computer (I KNOW I have some) so I will update as soon as I get a moment to search all my cat picture files.
Just Some Random Adorable Pictures
(and there will be more, many, many more)
(and there will be more, many, many more)
|Spike (left) and Monster reading up on how to amuse me.|