Night Mist
2015-09-14 03:09:45 UTC
First off, I'm coming in from google because I've been having fits with software upgrades and I am not installing or reinstalling anything again until I am sure my system is stable.
Second off, New fur baby!
I had been thinking that sometime after Christmas I would think about getting a new cat.
That plan was thrown to the four winds when the Humane Society got overcrowded and decided to have two weeks offering free cats and $50 dogs who were more than 6 months old.
So last month when they did this my daughter and her boyfriend took me over to see who was there.
Going in I was thinking I would get me a little girl cat, probably a black one since they usually have a lot of those.
As I was going through the colony room giving out petting and ear scritchies to see who fancied me, somebody grabbed hold of my arm with both front paws and held fast.
He wanted all the lovings.
He was in kind of rough shape. Missing some teeth in his dental comb, looked to be blind in one eye, his coat was a dried out mess, his paw pads were dry and rough, and his claws were such that they were just a tiny fraction away from his back foot being bounty eligible. Come to find out it was his first day in the colony room as he had spent the last month in the medical care and convalescent rooms. His bad eye had had an ulcer and they had had to do third eyelid surgery.
So apparently what we had here was a big old alley cat that just loved me to pieces.
So I brought home 12 pounds of underfed tomcat (technically a gib, since they do not allow unaltered animals out the door).
They called him Herbert, we renamed him Jericho.
He is a colorpoint shorthair, lynx point. That is tabby point in some parts of the world, or white tiger more generically. All that means is a siamese cat got together with a tabby cat and produced an offspring that looks like a siamese only the points are tabby.
He is supposed to be some 3-4 years old, but he has feet like dinner plates so I wonder if he will grow more. He has already packed on a fair bit of muscle.
We took him to the vet first thing. Normally I would have waited a month or so for him to settle in, but I particularly wanted that eye looked at, as well as his teeth.
We brought home some opthalmic ointment to try to reduce the scar tissue in his eye, and the assurance that while he is missing some teeth he has none that are broken or appear to be infected. The ointment did reduce the scarring, though he will never have perfect depth perception. Boy does the male half of our vet couple like this banged up boy of ours! He could not stop grinning at him, and I have never seen the man so happy around one of our cats before.
Jericho was afraid of everything at first. Jiji who is naught but a ball of fluff scared the dickens out of him, and it took weeks for him to quit running for his hidey hole every time a male person walked into the room. Now he has grown bold and begs everyone equally at the supper table. There are some stray cat habits we are going to have to work on breaking. He seems to think that bread is the finest cat food ever invented by man, and will try to snatch a bite right out of your hand. Any time cellophane crinkles he comes running, I think he finds electronics the most disappointing, but potato chips seem to be as interesting as bread.
He has taught my DH to always put the bread back in the breadbox. Something I have not managed to do in almost 35 years! It only took finding half eaten onion buns and scraps of bread bag scattered in a line from the kitchen through the living room but once, and now I can count on the bread always being where it goes. If I had known that that was all it would take I would have tried the trick myself some 30 years ago! Maybe if I scatter tools across the floor and blame the cat...?
DD3 is saying she is going to get some pictures.
NightMist
Second off, New fur baby!
I had been thinking that sometime after Christmas I would think about getting a new cat.
That plan was thrown to the four winds when the Humane Society got overcrowded and decided to have two weeks offering free cats and $50 dogs who were more than 6 months old.
So last month when they did this my daughter and her boyfriend took me over to see who was there.
Going in I was thinking I would get me a little girl cat, probably a black one since they usually have a lot of those.
As I was going through the colony room giving out petting and ear scritchies to see who fancied me, somebody grabbed hold of my arm with both front paws and held fast.
He wanted all the lovings.
He was in kind of rough shape. Missing some teeth in his dental comb, looked to be blind in one eye, his coat was a dried out mess, his paw pads were dry and rough, and his claws were such that they were just a tiny fraction away from his back foot being bounty eligible. Come to find out it was his first day in the colony room as he had spent the last month in the medical care and convalescent rooms. His bad eye had had an ulcer and they had had to do third eyelid surgery.
So apparently what we had here was a big old alley cat that just loved me to pieces.
So I brought home 12 pounds of underfed tomcat (technically a gib, since they do not allow unaltered animals out the door).
They called him Herbert, we renamed him Jericho.
He is a colorpoint shorthair, lynx point. That is tabby point in some parts of the world, or white tiger more generically. All that means is a siamese cat got together with a tabby cat and produced an offspring that looks like a siamese only the points are tabby.
He is supposed to be some 3-4 years old, but he has feet like dinner plates so I wonder if he will grow more. He has already packed on a fair bit of muscle.
We took him to the vet first thing. Normally I would have waited a month or so for him to settle in, but I particularly wanted that eye looked at, as well as his teeth.
We brought home some opthalmic ointment to try to reduce the scar tissue in his eye, and the assurance that while he is missing some teeth he has none that are broken or appear to be infected. The ointment did reduce the scarring, though he will never have perfect depth perception. Boy does the male half of our vet couple like this banged up boy of ours! He could not stop grinning at him, and I have never seen the man so happy around one of our cats before.
Jericho was afraid of everything at first. Jiji who is naught but a ball of fluff scared the dickens out of him, and it took weeks for him to quit running for his hidey hole every time a male person walked into the room. Now he has grown bold and begs everyone equally at the supper table. There are some stray cat habits we are going to have to work on breaking. He seems to think that bread is the finest cat food ever invented by man, and will try to snatch a bite right out of your hand. Any time cellophane crinkles he comes running, I think he finds electronics the most disappointing, but potato chips seem to be as interesting as bread.
He has taught my DH to always put the bread back in the breadbox. Something I have not managed to do in almost 35 years! It only took finding half eaten onion buns and scraps of bread bag scattered in a line from the kitchen through the living room but once, and now I can count on the bread always being where it goes. If I had known that that was all it would take I would have tried the trick myself some 30 years ago! Maybe if I scatter tools across the floor and blame the cat...?
DD3 is saying she is going to get some pictures.
NightMist