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Meet Max

Meet Max

Under duress, Mom adopted this big handsome guy from the local humane shelter. He had been featured as "Pet of The Week" with a photo, and Mom called me to tell me I needed to adopt him. I have two cats, which is about five too many (the critical mass increases exponentially), so I wasn't about to give Max a home. Working on the premise that Mom usually issues instructions of the "I'm cold, put on a sweater" type, I assume Mom wanted the cat. So I arrived at the door, dragged her to the shelter, where I knew she wouldn't resist his charms. His charms were minimal at the time. He had been at the shelter for nearly a year, and was only featured in the ad as a loss leader. By the time Mom got him, he was traumatized, institutionalized, and deeply fearful. He spent the first three weeks under her bed. Now, he rules the house, bossing Mom around as much as her ex-husband, and has unfolded a funny, quirky personality.


Rupert Takes A Tub

Rupert Takes A Tub

Rupert has a strange habit of warming his butt in the tub/shower as soon as I leave it. Most of the time he waits until the water has emptied, but occasionally, his low-wattage brain prompts him to jump in a wet tub. He just sits there no matter what, ruminating. A warm butt is a happy butt.


Pasta Begging

Pasta Begging

Sorry this and the one below are sideways. Tilt your head to the left and spare me your grief. Rupert and Peabody love plain cooked spaghetti. Here they are, exercising their hunting skills.


Pea Goes For the Gusto (Gusto Brand pasta)

Pea Goes For the Gusto (Gusto Brand pasta)

Pea wins the spaghetti-eating championship.


Peabodys_drinking_problem_3

Peabodys_drinking_problem_3

Finally got a digital camera. Of course, Pea was the first model. He has a thing for faucets. Walk into the bathroom, and thirsty or not, he's jonesin for a drink. Demands it. Does the "tilt" and the brush sign (see other photos) for service. Makes honking noises if service isn't fast enough. His Christmas present was a kitty drinking fountain /water bowl, which he will give his custom if nothing else is available, but he still craves the human touch, the service, of a bathroom faucet. It's his "Cheers." Aw, Pea, you're already on anti-depressants -- do you have to go to Kitty AA, too? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree ...


Peabodys_drinking_problem_2

Peabodys_drinking_problem_2

Finally got a digital camera. Of course, Pea was the first model. He has a thing for faucets. Walk into the bathroom, and thirsty or not, he's jonesin for a drink. Demands it. Does the "tilt" and the brush sign (see other photos) for service. Makes honking noises if service isn't fast enough. His Christmas present was a kitty drinking fountain /water bowl, which he will give his custom if nothing else is available, but he still craves the human touch, the service, of a bathroom faucet. It's his "Cheers." Aw, Pea, you're already on anti-depressants -- do you have to go to Kitty AA, too? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree ...


Peabodys_drinking_problem_1

Peabodys_drinking_problem_1

Finally got a digital camera. Of course, Pea was the first model. He has a thing for faucets. Walk into the bathroom, and thirsty or not, he's jonesin for a drink. Demands it. Does the "tilt" and the brush sign (see other photos) for service. Makes honking noises if service isn't fast enough. His Christmas present was a kitty drinking fountain /water bowl, which he will give his custom if nothing else is available, but he still craves the human touch, the service, of a bathroom faucet. It's his "Cheers." Aw, Pea, you're already on anti-depressants -- do you have to go to Kitty AA, too? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree ...


Ruperts_throne

Ruperts_throne

Rupert grew up. And grew horizontal as well. He's enormous, with a little head. And, like Winnie The Pooh, very little brain. Still, because he thinks he's still a kitten, and everyone, including Peabody, spoils him rotten, he has known nothing but love given and received. Who needs smarts?


Pea_tilts

Pea_tilts

This is another adorable icky-poo thing Peabody does. The photo doesn't do it justice, so I'll keep trying to capture the full, perfect 10.0 Tilt. When he sees food he wants, he bends his head to the right and lifts his left paw. Sometimes with sound effects. His favorite is plain spaghetti. My little bambino........


Pea_does_the_brush_thang

Pea_does_the_brush_thang

OK, we all think our pets are special, but Peabody IS. Deal with it. He is one of those rare cats that will do tricks. He's almost like that signing baboon, what's her name. I finally captured the sign for "brush." He's sublimated sex into a passion for getting brushed. When he sees the cat brush, he rubs his left paw over his whiskers to his ear, as if brushing himself. I swear to God. Does he get brushed? What do you think?


Prettypansyferal

Prettypansyferal

This is probably the cutest feral we ever fostered: gorgeous blue eyes, and even as a tiny kitten, she loved to pose. I called her pansy. She found a home with a SF Opera employee, and predictably, became a huge, adored, diva.


Peabody

Peabody

Here he is, the real ruler of my heart, the most human cat I've ever lived with. He's probably checking to make sure I have the camera correctly set.


Kittenhawk

Kittenhawk

Peabody with Rupert as a kitten. They were so funny at these ages. Rupert would challenge Peabody to nightly wrestling matches, all very D.H. Lawrence, "Women In Love" homoeroticism -- and Peabody would watch him calmly, then pin him with one languid orange paw. *outraged kitten squeaks* Kittens grow, however, and Peabody had his comeuppance. It hasn't been the same since.


Halloween_peabody

Halloween_peabody

Title tells all.


Feral_kittens

Feral_kittens

This is a representative sampling of one of the feral kitten litters my ex and I fostered over the years. He'd grab them at about 4 weeks, if he could, wearing thick gardening gloves. They'd be potato-sized hissing balls of fur and teeth and claws, then within 3 days, they'd figure out that life in captivity had definite advantages: Hey, it's warm and comfy! I don't itch with fleas and ticks! I get great food! Then they went off to the SPCA and loving homes in a few weeks. Eventually, all the neighborhood ferals were trapped, spayed or neutered, and re-released back to our neighborhood where they were fed and roamed at leisure. No more kittens. Good news, but I missed them just the same.


Bad_PJ's

Bad_PJ's

I'm holding Siouxsie (pronounced "Susie"), as in Siouxie and the Banshee's, and a cat never had a more inaccurate name. She was sleepy and dear and never made a sound. That's Kitchen Weasel at the bottom, the longhair / Maine Coon, radiating hostility towards the other cats. I think this was a Christmas morning. I lost these execrable PJ's in a move, thank Goddess.