Tag: furry family

  • Meet Mr. Red

    Meet Mr. Red

    red

    In the introduction of my furry family members we are now to the last of the clowder – Mr. Red. His full name is Puss Red but like his brother he prefers his last name. He may be the last feline covered but not the least by any means. He’s physically the largest now. Like many of us as we age the spread sits in… he was once a lean lanky Tom for most of his prime but as chronic kidney insufficiency set in so did the spread. He’s now a hefty kitty. I just say he’s a lotta kitty lovin’! Also I’ve taken to shouting thunder, Thunder, THUNDER-BUTT HO! as he runs down the stairs. Our personal tribute to Lion-O and the Thundercats .   Mike likes to use the Donkey line from Shrek 3 “Whoa that’s a whole lotta kitty! Can we keep ‘im?”  Either way Red has a big butt we can’t deny!

    He’s always been the outgoing but insecure one.  Kinda reminds me of the characters that swagger once safety has been established by the real heroes.  Except they are lovable and well meaning chickens that long to be macho.   That’s my Red.  He ‘s not the gentletom his brother is because he tries so darn hard and is so anxious to be the ONE!  He wants to but dang it’s scary.  As a result of this personality he often gets into trouble – he does naughty things to get attention.  If there’s a crash in another room I guarn-damn-tee-ya it’ll be red walking out with tail high looking all surprised.  What?  Did you hear that?  What happened?  I was being good in that room and suddenly A CRASH!

    "Are you beading?  Can you pet me?  Do you love beads more than me?"
    “Are you beading? Can you pet me? Do you love beads more than me?”

    Also he’s always had a disposition to eat anything.  That’s why his nickname is Mr.  I-Eat-IT!  He has a penchant for chewing through earbud wires and crunching up the buds.  We have to keep those safely tucked away in drawers, pockets, purses, or brief cases when not in use.  He’s actually had dental surgery due to this quirk. He cracked a tooth and wedged a piece of black plastic in the crack when crunching up a bud.  A few hundred dollars later we had a drunk kitty with a still partially numb mouth staggering into the kitchen trying to steal gushy doggie food.  The problem that had him yowl in frustration was the dang food wouldn’t stay in his numbed mouth!  Rappy just said “Ew all my gushy food has cat slobber on it!”

    For all his faults and quirks Red is a lover just like his brother.  He loved to cuddle, purr, and be petted.  He’s not a lap cat as much as a next to you cat.  Which is okay given the thunderbutt status.  Except here you know quirky tom has to have his own twist to this – he wants to lick your hands and face like a dog.  I kid you not he’s a not a kitty kisser with head butts like most cats – he’s licker kisser.  Sure it feel strange with that rough tongue and I try to discourage it or let it be my fingers.  However, fall asleep and your nose is his for the kissing.  You’ve not startled awake until you’ve had a sandpaper tongue dragged across your nose!

    Also he’s the only cat I’ve ever know with a diagnosed mental illness.   He took to tearing all his hair out on his belly.  Took him to the vet and had all kind of tests run – finally nothing physically wrong.  We began to see that he did it when a family member was gone for a few nights.  It was his new stress reaction!  As the vet said “He’s either psychotic, neurotic, or demented.  Without being able to question him I can’t tell you which it is.”  The answer is mild sedation if it gets bad.  We chose to just love love him through it as long as it was cosmetic fur damage and now harming his own skin.  When someone is gone we take special time to reassure Red he’s loved and safe.  Still even then when I was gone a week he de-pants-ed himself. So we have to watch him and do lots of reassuring.

    Sure Red is a bit odd and needs some extra care but he’s a sweetheart.  He tries to do his best and live a fun life but he’s such a fretter.  I do adore him and his antics.  He’s always sweet just trying to please you and be the alpha tom his gentlemanly brother is.  I just wish he could understand I love him as he is (except maybe minus the earbud munching but I’ll take it if it has to come with him).  He’s worth putting earbuds in drawers, doing daily pill sessions, take extra time to reassure him he’s okay & loved.  His antics and cuddles make it all worth him being my kitty boy with more kitty for the lovin’!

    Until next time!

  • Meet Mr. Blue

    Meet Mr. Blue

    Enjoying the breeze

    I promised a post on each of the furry boys.  Today I’d like to introduce the gentletom leader of our clowder – Mr. Boots Blue.  He’s a great leader with many of the aspects I’d look for in a human leader.  Like his litter mate brother he’s getting some age on him.  Unlike his brother he’s not getting middle age spread. Instead he’s gotten a distinguished sprinkle of grey about his shoulders where mane would be on a lion.  He wears his mantle well, with style and grace of Mufasa.

    He’s a cat that tends to think the best of everyone including dogs and people, yet he doesn’t lose his own caution that such can be dangerous.  ‘You are poised to be my friend unless your actions make that impossible’ is his initial stance.  Unlike Miss Mo who figures everyone is out to hurt her until they earn her trust.  He welcomes people into our home and greets them with a friendly “meow-meow” said very quickly.

    Ahh, there is his shortcoming, he’s the Mike Tyson of toms.  He’s big, he’s burly, he’s fit, he has a high pitched voice of a kitten.  Yes, his greeting sounds like that of a kitten but one look and you know you’re dealing with an able tom.  Still, many masculine males in the world have had to deal with high voices.  Poor Blue is just one of them.

    Happiness is a warm loving home

    He’s very magnanimous about sharing his affection.  If it’s the two of us (humans) at night relaxing in front of the tv, Mr. Blue will be sure that he shows affection to everyone in the room.  Even Rappy gets an acknowledging head butt (a sign of kitty affection equal to a human kiss on the cheek) and happy upright tail shake on departure (a kitty sign of marking territory – thank goodness he’s neutered!).  He’s mostly in Mike’s lap and just like Mo is my cat, Blue is Mike’s.  Still if it’s a lazy football Sunday, Blue is sure to periodically come over to my lap to give and receive affection.

    He’s the only house cat we have that has an interest in going outside.  Mo is too much of a sacredly cat to go out, bad things happened to her out there.   Blue desires to be a great hunter, despite coming to us in a declawed state.  He’s the only one that has ever caught a rodent. He and his brother were great mole cricket hunters at our house in Oak Ridge.  Blue’s great rodent kill is fodder for yet another post on another day.

    Mr. Blue has become more vocal in his old age.  I think he’s become secure in his clowder leadership (which includes Rappy who considers Blue a pack senior and me the pack leader) and thus comfortable with his kitteny voice.  I’m big on talking to my cats and responding to their talking to me.  We develop tones and mixture of words and kittyese to communicate.  He calls for me with two quick mews – short and choppy but cheerful, unlike Mo’s call for me that’s long and sounds like a scared MOM!  If he wants a door opened it’s commanding yowl with an upward lilt at the end.  If I ignore it, like say his wanting to go out on the screened in porch when it’s too cold out.  The ending lilt goes away and it sounds more like a backyard fence cat.  If I tell him no, he’ll leave the front door but not the door to the basement, there he’ll paw it – “Woman MY bathroom is DOWN THERE and I HAVE TO GO!”

    Shoes-day with Blue

    The interesting thing is when Aaron is gone, Blue doesn’t ask to go upstairs.  Aaron’s room is upstairs.  When Aaron is there and for a few days after Aaron leaves, Blue will ask to go up.  If Aaron’s here I’ll let Blue up to say hi.  If Aaron’s gone we’ll have a human/kittyese conversation to that effect.  Then he’ll walk away happy not the disgusted stomp away like he does when the porch is cold and he’s denied entry.

    Over all Mr. Blue is our brave gentleman tom.  He adores Sara and treats her as an honored member of the family.  He loves to follow her about with happy purrs and chirps.  I love to see him regally content on Mike’s lap in the evenings.  They both just exude contended happiness and security.

    Here’s to the honorable Mr. Boots Blue (who rarely uses his first name) long may he reign as king of our clowder.  Until next time!