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is our youngest kitty, and our only girl, Jezebel. She was a feral kitty
for the first 4 months of her life, and outwitted the trap that captured
all of her siblings by the age of two months. Jezebel is crafty like her
real mom, who also evaded the trap for years. Jezebel was finally captured
when she was very ill, and brought to the vet clinic where I worked. She
was there for two weeks, and her only real contact was when she was brought
out for an exam (this usually entailed her temperature being taken, and
also frequent needle sticks for blood work and meds). I brought her home
for a weekend when she was well, ostensibly to foster and socialize her.
Skippy and Max adopted her and she never left :) She's my sidekick and
my constant companion - if I leave a room, so does she. I absolutely adore
her loud purr and constant chatter, and am blessed with her unwavering
and unquestioning trust. She's simply amazing to me.
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is Max, he's around 5 years old. I got him for Christmas when my then-boyfriend
(now-hubby :) gave me a voucher to adopt a cat from the local animal shelter.
We waited until the end of January, as we knew that lots of kitties would
be given as gifts and then dumped by the unhappy recipients. I didn't fall
in love with Max when I met him, but my husband did. And since I had two
cats already, I let him make the choice, hoping he'd found "his" cat. Max
spent his first few night with us sleeping on my husband's chest, sneezing
in his face. I don't know when we realized that his elevator stopped several
floors short of the top... He's not the smartest cat, but he is easily
the sweetest. Nothing bothers him, and he has earned the nickname "Utterly
Unflappable Max". He's not afraid of dogs, loves other cats, and accepts
change like nobody's business. I adore this cat, and all his idiosyncrasies...
He's just the gentlest presence, and I am so glad his former people gave
him up so I could have him in my life.
More Max Pictures here |
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is my oldest cat, Sam. He's 9 this year, and a month or so older than his
'brother' Skippy. These two have been with me through so much - they've
kept me sane, have at times been my only friends, and have never given
up on me - and I can't say that about many people outside my immediate
family. Sam is "my" cat. He sleeps with me at night, usually pressed against
me or curled up on my pillow. He has a non-stop purr that only gets louder
- it never goes away. He's super playful, and loves games with people.
He has, over time, accepted Max and Jezebel, but he'd prefer the 'good
old days', where it was just me, him and Skippy living together. He's a
great friend, and a cat I cannot imagine my life without. He's very clever,
sometimes too clever for his own good. He has figured out how to open everything
except doors with doorknobs, but I've a feeling he'll master that one day!
Sam has more photos here |
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is my baby bear, Skippy. He's 9 this year, too, but he'll always be my
baby. I adopted him the day after I adopted Sam - both were small enough
to fit in the palm of my hand. Skippy is a manx kitty, although not a purebred
one. When he was a baby, he slept in my hair, kneading and sucking on my
ear, neck and hair. To this day, his favorite thing to do is knead necks.
He's just the nicest cat in the world, and 'trained' Max and Jezebel to
be a lot like him. Skippy accepts all new cats, even sitting next to hissing
kittens, patiently waiting for them to realize he won't hurt them. He loves
to play, but on his terms. He'd much rather sit with you or eat! He's everybody's
favorite, because he loves everyone he meets - provided they pet him! He's
the biggest of the four, and has the biggest piece of my heart :)
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