My life...
I came to live in this house with my person 9 years ago this month. She rescued my sister, Mynx and I from a nice lady who had way too many cats. Our mother was a stray that died when we were born. We were the only two in the litter.
There were so many other cats in the house that we lived in that we couldn't get enough food. When we first came here, we'd eat so much that our tummy's would look like little balloons and our person would worry. We learned pretty quickly that there was always enough though.
I grew and grew, but Mynx didn't. She started having seizures and just stopped growing. The vet told our person she had congenital defects and she'd only live about a year. Luckily, mom was stubborn. She took such good care of Mynx that she lived to be 7. She never weighed more than 4 pounds and she had tiny short legs and well, she wasn't very smart, but she was happy. I washed her and told our person when she got into trouble. I took very good care of my sister.
Two years ago, her heart finally gave out and she died. Right after that the other cat that lived with us died as well. He was a big, mean, nasty black monster that picked on my sister and fought with me all the time. I didn't think I'd miss him. But after he died, I get really depressed. I already missed my sister and now I was all alone with a silly blonde dog.
My person said she wasn't ready for another cat, but she told a friend of hers who worked in a shelter how depressed I was and the friend offered her a little white and grey stray. She told the lady she really wanted a calico female, but when she held Sebastian, she fell in love. A few days later the lady called and said she had another stray, a calico female. Bang. We got Lily.
They were pains in my kitty behind, I tell you. At first, I was livid with mom for bringing them home. I wouldn't have anything to do with them. But for some reason, they decided I was the cat's meow. So to speak. They laid on me every chance they got, played with my tail...gradually, I started warming up to them. You know, they always had milk on their faces that I just had to clean off...
A few weeks later, my person's brother came hom with a tiny tabby that someone had dumped in a junk yard. My person thought she was sweet, but decided to find a good home for her. My person's sister in law took her to the pound. When my person called to check on her, they told her that the tabby was sick and tiny and probalby would need to be destroyed.
My person went right down there and picked her up. (Actually, it too awhile to get her, because all of us had to get our shots before she could come back, but that's a long expensive tail) She ended up costing my person $200.
Anyway, we've all lived together now almost 2 years. My person says I'm mufasa and they are my pride. (I think ny person watches too much tv) I hope people enjoy reading about our lives together.
There were so many other cats in the house that we lived in that we couldn't get enough food. When we first came here, we'd eat so much that our tummy's would look like little balloons and our person would worry. We learned pretty quickly that there was always enough though.
I grew and grew, but Mynx didn't. She started having seizures and just stopped growing. The vet told our person she had congenital defects and she'd only live about a year. Luckily, mom was stubborn. She took such good care of Mynx that she lived to be 7. She never weighed more than 4 pounds and she had tiny short legs and well, she wasn't very smart, but she was happy. I washed her and told our person when she got into trouble. I took very good care of my sister.
Two years ago, her heart finally gave out and she died. Right after that the other cat that lived with us died as well. He was a big, mean, nasty black monster that picked on my sister and fought with me all the time. I didn't think I'd miss him. But after he died, I get really depressed. I already missed my sister and now I was all alone with a silly blonde dog.
My person said she wasn't ready for another cat, but she told a friend of hers who worked in a shelter how depressed I was and the friend offered her a little white and grey stray. She told the lady she really wanted a calico female, but when she held Sebastian, she fell in love. A few days later the lady called and said she had another stray, a calico female. Bang. We got Lily.
They were pains in my kitty behind, I tell you. At first, I was livid with mom for bringing them home. I wouldn't have anything to do with them. But for some reason, they decided I was the cat's meow. So to speak. They laid on me every chance they got, played with my tail...gradually, I started warming up to them. You know, they always had milk on their faces that I just had to clean off...
A few weeks later, my person's brother came hom with a tiny tabby that someone had dumped in a junk yard. My person thought she was sweet, but decided to find a good home for her. My person's sister in law took her to the pound. When my person called to check on her, they told her that the tabby was sick and tiny and probalby would need to be destroyed.
My person went right down there and picked her up. (Actually, it too awhile to get her, because all of us had to get our shots before she could come back, but that's a long expensive tail) She ended up costing my person $200.
Anyway, we've all lived together now almost 2 years. My person says I'm mufasa and they are my pride. (I think ny person watches too much tv) I hope people enjoy reading about our lives together.