February 2009 Archives

Odd Eyed Beauty

If you ask me, this kitten is SUPER cute!

The Amazing Howler!

We think that Caiden has a career on the next IDOL

Roarrrrr
My, what big teeth you have! That's a SUPER roar!

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Louisiana

Louisiana should perhaps try dock diving? She looks like a natural!

Fetch

Nice form, dog! We think your athleticism is quite FETCHING!

Super Goofy Girl

Fianna is just stealing my heart! Can it be possible that her personality is bigger than she is?

Nothing quite like being covered in pets after a long week

Also, nothing quite like observing me trying to take a picture of easily scurrying furry creatures by myself. Was able to get a few shots in after all! WOOHOO!

After a tiring day of watching the cat...

It's time for a little nap on mom's lap

Pets getting annoyed

Shakespeare: Would you stop it already?
Juliet: I'm always pissed off for no reason.

It seems that you have disturbed my nap

Shakes: I was snoozing so peacefully
Juliet: No pictures, please!

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Most of my conscious life I have been afraid of domestic cats. A weird fear to have, no? Well, when I was a little kid, some crazy cat, screaming like a banchie ran up to me, climbed up my back and hung off my shoulder with its claws so far into my skin that the puncture wounds didn't heal for months. Some, image huh?

So how did I become a proud owner of a beautiful orange beast called Juliet? as I like to say "The cat was an accident."

It was a beautiful day out during Memorial Day weekend. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and apparently it was the height of kitten season. Or so the lady at Petco told me, when Shakespeare and I stopped in for some treats.

Cage after cage was filled with kittens, one cute and fluffier than the next. We were in the middle of a "kitten adoption event." Now, this was not the first time I was ambushed by cute adoptable animals. But this time was different. As I walked from one cage to the other, I saw many people petting all the cute tiny kittens. Every single one was getting attention.. except for one. She was bigger than the others, about 4 or 5 months. She has definitely outgrew that "cute kitten" stage. No one was even giving her a second look. I was drawn to the cage.

"Can I see that one?" - I asked.

She rubbed up my hand when I went to pet her, purring. This was perhaps the first cat that has not hissed at me when they met me.

Well.. I walked out of Petco with a jar of liver treats and a cardboard box with uncontrollable meowing coming from it.

She was skin and bones, constantly meowing, scared and trembling. But she did know how to use the litter box! Which I found refreshing since I don't know the first thing about litter training a cat.

Juliet, as she promptly became known, came from a cat hoarder. He was an older man, living in a studio apartment. He was poor and spent all his money on cigarettes and milk for the cats. He started out with two... which lead to about 30 when the ASPCA got there.

Juliet didn't know how to drink water. For a while I had to mix milk with water to wean her off. She was covered in fleas and had ear mites. Poor kiddo.

Shakespeare was less than impressed with our new housemate. He has never seen a cat up close before. Juliet wasn't quite sure what to make of him either. She has never seen such a beast. Their relationship had plenty of ups and downs. Shake was depressed and jealous. She was an annoying kitten, harassing him. But time passed by and they got used to each other.

I can't say that they are the best of friends. But they have a found a balance for coexistence. Julie adores Shakespeare. If I ever take him to my parents' and come home without him, she will meow and lie down sadly in the corner. Shakespeare is friendly with her when he thinks I'm not looking. I see them sniffing and him letting her rub up against his fur. He immediately runs away and snorts in disgust if he sees me looking.

The little orange kitten has come a long way. She is by no means skinny any longer. She feels right at home. She still meows so much that I sometimes begin to suspect she has kitty Tourette's. She has helped me conquer my unusual domestic cat phobia and has been just a joy to have around.

Such is the story of our lovely orange beast, Juliet the C.A.T.

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