Shauntay
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In a previous post, "Ilovemysphynx" suggested I give a bit more history about my gang.... and when it comes to talking about my family I dont need much of an invitation to get me started! So here it goes!!
First there came Bacardi. He goes by the alias of Mistah (like Mistah Lovah Lovah). He was a rescue, and feral. If any of you havent dealt with a feral cat yet....ohhh boy. His littermates and himself were separated from their mother at 4 weeks. As you all know, during the period of time a kitten stays with their mother, they learn many behavioral traits, socialization etc. Mistah didnt get any of this. He was the most adorable blue kitten in the world, and probably the most aggresive. I have several scars from him. Walking down the hallway in the middle of night was a dangerous thing. A demon would spring from a shadowed doorway and attack the hell out of your legs and feet. We had several severe punctures and infected bites. Going near his food as well as feeding him was also very dangerous. And we nearly got banished from our vet! So much terror for a 2 lbs kitten!! Everyone told me to get rid of this kitten, but he reminded me of my childhood (rocky) and I refused to give up on him. When he was about 4 months old, I lost a friend...
little back history, that friend was a white stray cat that I became extremely bonded to in a different city then where I am now. I loved him with everything I had. After moving to my current city and getting settled, I decided to go back to my old neighbourhood to find Logain (what I called him) and bring him home with me. Although he was just a stray, we were friends for 8 months and the entire time I was away I thought of him. After hours of searching and calling and shaking a bag of cat treats, my old neighbours came out to see what I was about. They informed me the SPCA had been around to collect strays in the area, at 6pm I called the SPCA from their telephone and asked about my odd eyed white intact male. He had the pads of his left front paw completely black, and odd eyes is not a common trait. He had been put down that morning.
Anywho back to Bacardi....
After returning home, I cried for days. I didnt go out, I didnt talk to friends, took sick leave from work. Mistah, for no reason, became very affectionate, sat on my lap, cuddled with me, purred, and I literally cried on his shoulder. Ever since then he has been a remarkable cat. he still has some weird little personality kwirks, but they make me love him more. One of the oddest things he does is he sucks his tail. I kid you not. He curls up in a ball, purrs himself to sleep while sucking on the end of his tail like a child sucks their thumb!
here is a link to a youtube video of Mistah caught in the act! Replacement String:
First there came Bacardi. He goes by the alias of Mistah (like Mistah Lovah Lovah). He was a rescue, and feral. If any of you havent dealt with a feral cat yet....ohhh boy. His littermates and himself were separated from their mother at 4 weeks. As you all know, during the period of time a kitten stays with their mother, they learn many behavioral traits, socialization etc. Mistah didnt get any of this. He was the most adorable blue kitten in the world, and probably the most aggresive. I have several scars from him. Walking down the hallway in the middle of night was a dangerous thing. A demon would spring from a shadowed doorway and attack the hell out of your legs and feet. We had several severe punctures and infected bites. Going near his food as well as feeding him was also very dangerous. And we nearly got banished from our vet! So much terror for a 2 lbs kitten!! Everyone told me to get rid of this kitten, but he reminded me of my childhood (rocky) and I refused to give up on him. When he was about 4 months old, I lost a friend...
little back history, that friend was a white stray cat that I became extremely bonded to in a different city then where I am now. I loved him with everything I had. After moving to my current city and getting settled, I decided to go back to my old neighbourhood to find Logain (what I called him) and bring him home with me. Although he was just a stray, we were friends for 8 months and the entire time I was away I thought of him. After hours of searching and calling and shaking a bag of cat treats, my old neighbours came out to see what I was about. They informed me the SPCA had been around to collect strays in the area, at 6pm I called the SPCA from their telephone and asked about my odd eyed white intact male. He had the pads of his left front paw completely black, and odd eyes is not a common trait. He had been put down that morning.
Anywho back to Bacardi....
After returning home, I cried for days. I didnt go out, I didnt talk to friends, took sick leave from work. Mistah, for no reason, became very affectionate, sat on my lap, cuddled with me, purred, and I literally cried on his shoulder. Ever since then he has been a remarkable cat. he still has some weird little personality kwirks, but they make me love him more. One of the oddest things he does is he sucks his tail. I kid you not. He curls up in a ball, purrs himself to sleep while sucking on the end of his tail like a child sucks their thumb!
here is a link to a youtube video of Mistah caught in the act! Replacement String:
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