- Nov 16, 2013
I am back after an absence of about 3 years. Lost several kitties since then and one 18 year old just over a week ago. I did not think I would have a furball again but found this place to be too empty without one. Put down on paper what kind of a cat I wanted: 10+ years old, large, longhaired, male, selfcolored or tuxedo or pointed. Went on Petfinders as I could not find an older cat at the shelters which were full of kittens. Found a pair of tuxedo sisters but never got a response. Then a tuxedo described as "senior", gray-black-silver, Maine Coon mix. Went to see him at a sanctuary up in the mountains and was somewhat disappointed to see him. Oh, he is large alright and very fat, weighed in at 18 lbs, but he has no Maine Coon in him, just fat, his sides stick out. No tufts, fur is silky, no black just various shades of gray, mittens and boots go halfway up his legs, a white stripe across the back of one of his haunches. Not what I expected at all, gray tuxedo? Not really. If there had been a picture of all of him instead of just his pretty face I would not have gone to see him, especially not over 70 miles away. But here I was and really wanted a cat, did not want to wait much longer. I put him in my lap and he obviously liked me, started to purr, pushed his face into mine and then into my hand looking for scratches all over his head. I guess he adopted me as he came home with me although he turned out to be just 8 years old. That had been a stickler because I did not want to adopt a cat that would outlive me. But the people at the sanctuary (not a shelter, they also have horses and burros) assured me that he would always have a home there as long as he lived, he had been there as a rescued kitten, was adopted by someone who died after 6 years and so was returned to the sanctuary a few months ago. So that took a load off my mind. He has turned out to be a very affectionate cat, acts as if he had lived with me forever, has no bad habits such as counter surfing, and is now on canned food to lose weight, 1 large can per day with no treats and lots of playtime so that he will stop being such a couch potato. The cat who is my avatar passed away while I was gone, his name was Panthera. This new one is called Jabot because he wears a really big one but Panthera will stay as my Avatar.
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