I was always a dog guy until I got him. Whoever says that cats don't have personalities or show emotion should meet Ranger. He actually hugs you, answers back and when he's pissed he lets you know. Me and the GF have the scars to prove it.
They. Never. Sit. Still.
Top one is a boy, bottom is a girl.
(so, hey, anyone want kittens? Already spayed & neutered. Hoping to keep the two together. Really, really ****ing cute and playful. I kinda want to keep them, but we're not gonna have 5 cats. Hell no.)
While digging around in my photobucket album, I found a couple of old pics of the cat my mom had when I was growing up.
This was Tigger. He didn't bother with birds or mice. He went after squirrels and racoons.
Needless to say I never fell back asleep.
Originally Posted by BarryV1
Mine is that when my boyfriend's cat got out and got herself knocked up (had to cancel her surgery to get fixed ) I decided I would name all of the cats "kitten" so that I wouldnt get attached. I gave some away to friends, others to strangers....one was a girls 16 year old b-day present....the other one was given away to a guy who walked up and called the kitten by name when he walked up. Lady...or something like that. Anyway his mother had a cat who died of old age of 17 who looked exactly like the one I had. So yea. He grabbed her up to give to his mom.
Kitten was the last to place because he was the biggest and the momma's boy (so he didnt....and still doesnt like to be held). He was going to live as an outdoor cat...on a busy street....
So yeah. I kept him .
Basically, it came down to a matter of us being very un-original with Kitten's 'given' name.
Our first two kittahs (named Pumpkin and Ubu - yeah, we did good with their names)...
(here they are mouse hunting)
...were adopted while we were still in college. They were litter mates, and generally inseparable. Ubu, our boy, got a kidney disorder when he was a year old. After a few weeks of trying everything we could, we just had to let him go. Anyways, Pumpkin was very depressed while Ubu was gone - going up to the highest points in our apartment and calling out for him and such. We didn't want to 'replace' Ubu, but we knew that we needed to get a friend for Pumpkin. If we hadn't, we know she would have turned into a very cranky kitty...she'd always had a companion her whole life.
Enter 'Socks', or the kittah now known as 'Kitten'.
So we found a new little sister for Pumpkin. They are also inseparable - however, in our state of mourning Ubu, we got very un-creative. Therefore, we ended up naming new kittah 'Socks', because she has white mittens and boots. (Yes, I just said that.)
After a very short amount of time, we just started calling her Kitten, and it stuck. It's a much better name than Socks
Here they are greeting me at the door when I come home from work:
Monorail Kitteh Pumpkin:
And Kitten (when she was actually a little kitten):
King for President.
The 3 adults are ours. The kitten is the little devil, frighteningly similar personality to our 2 y/o monster that acts like a puppy, gets into everything, jumps up into my arms, fetches, catches, etc. They get along great after just 5 days. I don't really want TWO psycho cats, but if she's not adopted along with her brother (crazy people liking long hairs more), well, ****, I'm not gonna be able to say no.
thats so funny your kitty fam looks kinda like mine. i have three orange tabbies and one black and grey tabby too