This is Skippy, born in August 1992. I adopted him from a vet's office. Skippy is a dog in cat's clothing, no offense :) He loves people, other cats and can even tolerate dogs that know their place (which is, incidentally, in someone else's home as far as Skippy is concerned!) Skippy has three great loves: food, snuggle time and food. Unfortunately for him, he is allergic to every grain imaginable, as well as to yeast. This means that in order to keep him from vomiting, I have to make his food. Skippy currently dines on raw chicken and veggies, and has gone from, err, 'festively plump' -as Cartman would say- to toned and trim as a result of his new food. Not to mention no more puking all over the place!
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This is Sam, who was born about a month before Skippy in July 1992. He was my first kitty, and he has never forgotten the one day he spent as top cat before I got Skippy. He and Skip were my best friends when life got rough, and moved with me when I went to college. I lived alone, and spent many days in a strange city with just their companionship. None of us has ever forgotten that, and I cherish the bond I have with Sam (and Skippy). Sam loves people - he never stops purring, and chats up a storm. Unfortunately, he's no fan of other cats, never mind dogs!! It took him well over a year to share space with Max without hissing and growling, longer still with Jezebel. Sam eats a raw meat diet, and looks very much like a jungle kitty with sleek black fur and shiny white teeth! He loves to play and loves it even more if you just hang out with him. He's simply awesome!
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This is Max. Utterly Unflappable Max, that is. This cat can handle anything: he's not afraid of dogs, loves every cat he meets and tolerates daily pills and the occasional force-feeding that comes with chronic illness. And he's the most loving, good-natured animal you will ever meet! Like Sam, he's always purring - but unlike Sam, the purring doesn't stop when another cat enters the room. Max loves Skippy and Jezebel, and still tries to befriend Sam. Unfortunately, Max isn't a super healthy kitty. He has a heart murmur and an arrhythmia that likely means an enlarged heart (HCM); he has colitis, which means that he has blood and mucous on his stools. This is controlled pretty well by an allergy type diet. And, the latest blow, he is in the beginning of Chronic Renal Failure (CRF). We caught it early, and are battling it, and his other problems, with supplements, diet and homeopathy. If any cat deserved a long and happy life, it's Max. And we intend to do our part to ensure it :)
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Last, but certainly not least, is Jezebel. She's just over two years old now. Born to a feral mom, Jez spent the first four months of her life living outside an apartment complex in Gainesville, Florida. They managed to trap and neuter all her littermates, and all had loving homes before she could be caught. When she was, it was because she was very sick. She spent her first two weeks 'in captivity' at the vet's office I worked at, where her only human contact was in the form of needles, pills and thermometers. She was very brave, but eventually she calmed down enough to be handled, and I took her home for the weekend to foster her. Yeah right! She never left. She really only trusts me, but for winning her trust, I am rewarded with the most intimate relationship I've ever had with an animal. She does what she is asked, never needs to be scolded and spends every minute of her day with me... I can bury my face in her soft tummy without fear of being scratched. She doesn't meow- she peeps and purrs... in fact, one of those peeps is telling me to quit typing and scratch her tummy right now!
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