Hello Michelle! A big warm Purrs Welcome to you, Dorothy, Pips and Esme.
You're in good company here. All of us love our cats like they're our children too.
Your furbabes have a lovely range of ages and characteristics.
Not surprised that Esme keeps you on your toes.
There are a few bengal owners on here, and they definitely have the norty gene (the Bengals,, not their devoted slaves
Well done to you too for posting using your phone.
I end up with all sorts of "trypos" with an ordinary size keyboard let alone a phone keyboard.
Have you had all of yours since they were kittens? How did they come to share their lives with you?
Let me exchange cat data
Me and hubby have three in our furry family.
Moray is the eldest - he's just turning 4. He's a floofy Norwegian Forest Cat lookeelikee, tabby and white with the ability to look angelic one moment, and like a gremlin the next.
He's very laid back, but he patrols his territory with ferocity and dedication. He was a rescue cat - abandoned in a flat with his sister when his former addict owner did a runner. He was just over 8 weeks old. At present, he's curled up in a small cardboard toy box which is his current favourite sleeping place. Of course, not all of him fits, but we don't talk about that.
When we adopted him, his sister had already been earmarked by another family. They dont know what they missed.
Next we have Barley and Malt, two sisters from the same litter who were dumped in a cardboard box in an old lady's garden. Again, they were only just 8 weeks. They're both semi feral, as their experiences left them with an abiding terror of being trapped/handled. Barley is a dark tabby with attitude and a propensity to go hunting, and Malt is white and tabby with prim little pink lips and blades on her paws which will have your eye out in an instant if she thinks she's going to be picked up.
Both are just approaching 2. They're actually quite loving cats on their own terms (a phrase I see you know well
), and will come on to our knees for the odd cuddle (we call 'em snoozles) or in Barley's case, she will come and sleep with us in bed, and she adores being petted and fussed as long as we're lying down.
Barley is currently "froggling" by the pond. It's also quite close to where the mouskies live under the neighbour's shed. Malt is stretched out on the bed in the spare bedroom in a patch of sunlight.
We wouldnt swap them for the world. Am pants at posting photos though. Looking forward to seeing piccies of Dorothy, Pips and Esme.
And to add, I'm sorry that you had to part with Muppet. It's hideous, isn't it, yet in time the happy memories come most often to the fore, and you learn to smile again. You never stop missing the ones who you lose. We've lost 4 cats in the last 5 years, one to old age (Paddy was 20 "anna bit"), and the other three were lost to the roads. It's agonising. I do understand why you keep yours as indoor cats. Unfortunately, my OH doesnt share that view, so ours are indoor/outdoor. Malt went missing last month for a week - she's a timid little cat and seldom ventures far, so when she disappeared for 7 days I was past myself with panic. I'd done all of the usual stuff - posters, shops, vets, leafletting etc - I became convinced she was shut in somewhere and couldn't get out. Sure enough on the 7th day she turned up in the early hours of the morning, thirsty, hungry and exhausted, but otherwise unhurt, thank goodness. She didnt set a paw outside the door for almost two weeks after that.
I love those large cat trees. We have two biggish ones (not quite floor to ceiling size, but sufficient to keep all three of them satisfied). Do yours swap their sleeping places about, or do they have strictly "my spot" sleeping spots?