Your have now met my husband, my sisters and learned a little about my anime past. Now it’s time to introduce my cats. As you may remember from the last post we have 6 cats and 3 of these have special needs. Can you say busy household? I could spend weeks giving you the back story for each of my cats but I won’t do that. Instead I will give you a little synopsis and in future posts you may hear more about each individual cat as there stories come up (and they will! ) I will go ahead and run down them by age.
Artemis Artemis is our oldest cat coming in at 10 years old. He was Steve’s cat from when he adopted him in 2004 from the Sanford animal control. Artemis was a kitten then and as Steve was going through looking at the different cages full of cats, this little guy did something special. Artemis jumped over his brothers and sisters to grab Steve’s hand. The rest is history. He lived mostly an indoor/outdoor lifestyle and ate way to much. Artemis was the spitting image of a cat I had growing up named Sia though the two were nothing alike. Once we moved in together in 2009 I put Arty on a diet and he moved to being strictly indoors. Artemis is the best lap cat, he just wants to chill with you. He also only squeaks, we almost never hear a full meow out of him.
Aslan Aslan (9) is my first cat out of our cat clan and I got him the year I moved out of my parents house from college. I lived with 3 other girls and they were never home so it was always quiet and lonely. Aslan lived with Steve and his parents at the time and was diagnosed with FIV and his mom was going to put him down. That’s when he was offered to me. Aslan did not like me at first, he was mostly feral and spent the first two weeks hiding under my bed until one night I pulled him out and found out he was still carrying a wound. After I nursed him to health we became inseparable. My home was where ever Aslan was. He acts like a dog, a spoiled brat, but he is my baby through and through. Even if he was in trouble he would come if I called. He trusts me explicitly and he now will settle for Steve if I’m not around though he will still act up. (Steve told me he was not happy while I was in Denver last month!) He is the first to my side if I am upset and a true love of my life.
Pandora Pandora (7) is Steve’s second cat and one of Aslan’s 7 kittens. When Aslan lived with Steve’s family his brother was babysitting a girls cat who went into heat. I am very much vehemently against breeding cats but that’s what happened and their family ended up with 7 kittens. Pandora was one of 3 girls and she is a lovebug but does not want to be held. She is a girly girl cat and always sits so proper with her tail curled around her legs. She has a meow that is high pitched and almost sounds like a wail. We call her Pan and she talks to us very frequently and will respond if you say her name,. She has her daddy’s coloring but is much fluffier like her mom. She also loves laser pointers and she knows you are controlling it and doesn’t care, she could play all day.
Lillith Lilly (7) is Pandora’s sister from the same litter and she is the runt. She is also the kitten I wanted to take home before I was given the choice to save Aslan’s life. She was a little fluffy ball of fur as a baby that turned into a smaller spitting image of her dad. Lilly actually belonged to Steve’s friend Steve but when they went to separate Lilly became depressed with out her sister and then came to live with us as cat number 4. She will cuddle with you even if you don’t want her to she will make it happen, she gets into everything, and she loves to have attention. The other reason Lilly came to stay with us is that she also is FIV +. Her sister did not get it but for some reason Lilly has tested positive twice. Shes got a lot of energy and if you turn around she will get your food but she’s just too cute!
Delilah Delilah (5) is our child from the first Thanksgiving we had in our first home that we bought. She was pregnant and a feral outdoors cat. I pulled in the driveway one day and she just continued to cry in the driveway so I fed her. I had never dealt with a pregnant feral and she tugged at my heart quite a bit. A few days later we trapped her and thinking we were being good people we took her to be adopted where she could get help for her little ones. Wrong. The shelter called me 3 days later and said if I didn’t come get her they were going to put her to sleep. She started talking when she saw me in the room and they were shocked said she had been so depressed. (not surprised they killed her babies after all..) I took her home and she continued to not eat and to hide. 4 days into the starvation Steve opened a can of tuna and she took a turn for the better. She is still our cave dweller cat and she is tough as nails but she loves it when she gets a night to sleep with us alone. She coos a lot and is one of the most beautiful cats I have ever seen.
Harlem Named for the Harlem Shake, this little one was born with a condition called Cerebellar Hypoplasia or CH. He was mild when he was a baby and that basically meant he shook when he walked. It was the cutest thing. We fostered his brother and sister and then went on to healthy adoptions with the SPCA and his Mom, Tawny, was too feral so she was fixed, given shots and microchipped and then released back to her home when the kittens were old enough to be weened. Harlem was then fixed and the medicine they put him under with caused him to have seizures in turn causing him to lose his ability to walk unassisted. He just passed his first birthday and is overall the happiest little thing. He loves playing with the other cats most of which really like him, even though they don’t like each other. Being a kitten that I bottle feed he is like a child to me, he has a schedule so he can get to the potty assisted and play. He coos like Delilah (they come from the same feral clan) and since cats only meow to talk to us he never learned that he had to since we can understand his coos. He survived a 5 hour seizure and so Steve and I agree that if he wants to be here we will fight with him to beat the CH so that he has a full happy life and wants for nothing. You’ll hear more about Harlem since he does some outdoorsy stuff with us occasionally!
Stitch (in remembrance) Stitch was a cat I brought home from the parking lot at the Polynesian at Disney (where I worked). I played with him a bit and then tried to go home when he jumped in my car and hid in the back. I took it as a sign. (This was before Harlem, last January) I took him to the vet the next morning. He was about a year old at the time, underweight, FIV+, and had a huge eye infection. He was not long for this world before he found me. Steve was angry about having another cat but Stitch melted his heart in 5 minutes by trying to kneed and nurse on him. Over the course of the next few months and many doctor’s visits we battled with Stitch to save his life and as he would get better somewhere he would get hit with something else. Stitch lost the battle in November with a form of Bladder cancer unrelated to any of his previous conditions and we had to say good bye to him the day before we left Florida for good. We are still mourning this loss.
So now you know our cat family in lots of detail! They are our children and no we don’t want anymore as our household is quite busy! The cats are a pretty integral part of our lives and something we care deeply about or we wouldn’t have moved them 5 states from Florida to Texas! (Pandora was a nightmare for the 16 hour journey!) You’ll get to hear more about them in other stories and if you are an animal person like me you’ll love to hear some of these stories! Tell me about your pets? Are you a dog person or a cat person?