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wickedwordsWe have 4 cats right now, which is really wacky. Our friend Mitzi died, and no one in her family could care for her two kitties, so we took them in. It's been over a month now, and there is no real violence between them -- but it's really weird to have so many cats.
Sweetie -- who I swear suffers from PTSD -- is the oldest, at around 5-6 years. She's a long hair burmese queen that Mitzi adopted from a shelter. We believe that she had been used as a breeder, and she was abandonded after a few litters as she throws up a lot. She weighs around 8 lbs, and really is a sweetheart when she's not anxious.
Lilly is the next oldest, around 4 years - grey tabby and white, long hair, lovely and territorial. She was FIV+ so she was kept isolated from the rest of the household for several months, and when we took her in, we kept her in a separate room until her blood test came back clean. She's a doll, but can get overly excited, and she's very much a loner. I'm not sure she really sees other cats as her same species.
Jasper is "Sweetie's Kitten". She was alone a lot after Mitzi adopted her, which made her anxiety worse. Mitzi thought that having another cat would help her, and so she picked up a male red tabby kitten as male/female cat combos are easier to integrate. Sweetie and Jasper really did have this 'oh, my lost baby is found!' thing going on for quite a while. He is a big ol' two or three year old 18 lb monster now, and he climbs up on the counters and the top of the refrigerator. In 20 years, none of my cats has ever climbed Mt Fridge, but that's where Jasper likes to lay.
Jack is the youngest, born in April of this year. He's a tabby the color of toasted coconut, and loves to hang out with us, licking and cuddling and sitting in our laps. He had a bad run with an upper respiratory infection, and while his sneezing is normal now, one of his eyes still gets watery occasionally and needs antibiotics. Jasper is his bestest buddy, and the two constantly play and get into trouble. Lilly and Jack also hang out some, and she lets him lick her head. He ignores Sweetie, who mostly stays upstairs in a couple of rooms, and she lets him swagger into her domain with only the occasional hiss. So I think -- fingers crossed -- this might all work out.
And I think I am now, officially, a crazy cat lady.
Sweetie -- who I swear suffers from PTSD -- is the oldest, at around 5-6 years. She's a long hair burmese queen that Mitzi adopted from a shelter. We believe that she had been used as a breeder, and she was abandonded after a few litters as she throws up a lot. She weighs around 8 lbs, and really is a sweetheart when she's not anxious.
Lilly is the next oldest, around 4 years - grey tabby and white, long hair, lovely and territorial. She was FIV+ so she was kept isolated from the rest of the household for several months, and when we took her in, we kept her in a separate room until her blood test came back clean. She's a doll, but can get overly excited, and she's very much a loner. I'm not sure she really sees other cats as her same species.
Jasper is "Sweetie's Kitten". She was alone a lot after Mitzi adopted her, which made her anxiety worse. Mitzi thought that having another cat would help her, and so she picked up a male red tabby kitten as male/female cat combos are easier to integrate. Sweetie and Jasper really did have this 'oh, my lost baby is found!' thing going on for quite a while. He is a big ol' two or three year old 18 lb monster now, and he climbs up on the counters and the top of the refrigerator. In 20 years, none of my cats has ever climbed Mt Fridge, but that's where Jasper likes to lay.
Jack is the youngest, born in April of this year. He's a tabby the color of toasted coconut, and loves to hang out with us, licking and cuddling and sitting in our laps. He had a bad run with an upper respiratory infection, and while his sneezing is normal now, one of his eyes still gets watery occasionally and needs antibiotics. Jasper is his bestest buddy, and the two constantly play and get into trouble. Lilly and Jack also hang out some, and she lets him lick her head. He ignores Sweetie, who mostly stays upstairs in a couple of rooms, and she lets him swagger into her domain with only the occasional hiss. So I think -- fingers crossed -- this might all work out.
And I think I am now, officially, a crazy cat lady.
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Date: 2014-11-23 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-11-23 10:27 pm (UTC)Oh, how I wish that that were true. ;-)
Man, I thought for some reason you'd had four cats when I first knew you, but I guess it must have just been three? Or two? Weird. But I'm glad it's not too insane for you.
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Date: 2014-11-23 10:37 pm (UTC)We have bushed up against the four cat household several times, but there was usually a third person involved in some way -- Jodi had 2 cats when she lived with us, but they both died early on. And Mitzi had 2 other cats when she lived in our backyard shack, both of whom died a few years after. Lar and I have had a lot of 3 cat times, most recently Merri, Tinker, and Claire (I think. Memory, you know). The four cats thing, though, not done by larry and I alone.
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Date: 2014-11-23 04:30 am (UTC)I came in under the wire, but just barely.
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Date: 2014-11-23 04:39 am (UTC)