| She's a he! |
[06 Jul 2009|03:34am] |
So did I post about my new kitty yet? I know I posted about my old kitty. (The one who met her end due to my enormous car.) Well, she was a Russian Blue. She was beautiful and sweet. Over a month ago my mom and I were walking the dogs in a field late at night and found a Russian Blue kitten that was all alone and starving. The cat came up to our Jack Russell and Doberman and wanted to play. We picked it up and took it home. I watched the paper, the neighborhoods, and the local online classifieds for "Lost Cat" signs. You usually pay for a Russian Blue, you don't just find them wandering the streets, or large fields behind churches.
Leila was her name. I chose the name and then found out it means "Night Beauty" when I was trying to figure out the best spelling for it. (I went with my first instinct after reading the meaning!)
It turns out that while she looked like a girl at first glance, he is actually a boy. He's bitey and our vet wanted to just wait and vaccinate 'her' when she was knocked out for the spay. So the day of I took her in. 5 hours later I get a call saying he's already been neutered, and that we might want to pick a new name. So now Leila is Leo. He snuggles with me in the morning, puts his hands on my face, seems to pull my face in closer to his, and licks my nose. I have never had a cat who curls up next to me and snuggles his face into mine. He attacks my mom's 13 year old Siamese, so I wind up having to keep him in whichever room I am in to keep an eye on him. He now brings me half-dead roaches. GIfts I guess. At least he brings them to me and then takes them away again. My little hunter.
He's feisty. My mom says he's bad. He has bad breeding. He bites her and won't let her hold him. What she doesn't realize is that she catches him while he is rampaging through the house. That is not the time to get a male cat to cuddle with you. She doesn't think to feed him when he is running around in the morning and just puts him in my room with me. Instead of locking him in the bathroom where the food and litter box are, I play with him. I buy him a new little toy each time I go grocery shopping, and 1/2 of them are pink, because he used to be a girl! I'm also trying to teach my brother that you can't wrestle with a feisty cat (that only makes him WANT to fight). You don't keep playing with them when they start to get an attitude. When he gets rough I put him down. He eventually comes back for lovin', not bitings.
I need to move out with him before they ruin my cat. Maybe if they stop talking about how bad he is, and learn that cats =/= dogs, he will show them how good he is. Maybe if they played with his toys, fed him treats, gave him wet-food snacks, and had a better attitude he'd lick their cheeks too!
I have finally convinced them to stop letting him outside too. At least now he's microchiped. I love that fucker. Maybe other people were like my mom and brother too, and kicked him out. (The vet thinks that might have happened; new cat bites old cats...) Oh well. He's my Prince of Darkness (Grayness). He brings me dead bug presents. Screw them.
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| Mr. Sexy...we're guessing he's about 6 months old. |
[06 Jul 2009|04:42pm] |
I like to say he's silver, not gray. His fancy coat makes him shine.
The camera won't pick up the color of his eyes. We didn't think he was true R.B. when we found him because his eyes were yellow, didn't have a double coat of short and long silver fur, and he had stripes in his fur. It turns out that the stripes go away, the double coat grows in, and his eyes turned from yellow to bright emerald green. His paw pads were always maroon/burgandy though.
As soon as I hear he was a boy, I was confused as to how I ever thought he was a girl!! I guess that just means that when I have a job I will need to go buy myself a female and name her Leila.
Actually, I'm pretty sure the first cat I actually buy will be a Savannah.
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