You may (or may not) have seen my post about this fella on the Orange Cats thread.
To preface, I'm just moving away from home (second time...first was only briefly, long story) on Sept 1. "Home" has always been HUD or otherwise income restricted apartments that disallowed cats. I'm an animal nut and, aside from a kitten we stowed away for a couple of weeks until he disappeared when I was about 10, I am in the sad state of never having actually owned a cat or dog. I always swore that my first act after moving out would be to find myself something on four legs. LOL
I was just visiting my best friend's client's/friend's house (lady runs a rescue of sorts, has something like 30+ cats in her house and in an outdoor cat enclosure
but AMAZINGLY the place is upkept and the animals all get proper vet care, everything - I love the way she takes care of her critters) 2 weekends ago and was telling Evelyn (rescuer lady) how I have a soft spot for male orange tabbies. I've always wanted one. (I do really care far more about personality than color...it's just a preference...you know what I mean :p ) And look who came walking right up to me when she showed me into the cat enclosure.
Look at those whiskers, fit for a lobster!
He is a complete lover with a loud "motor" and a very interesting habit of finding the most comfortable place on you to be your shoulders. Every time I hold him he inevitably climbs up on my left shoulder and rubs his head all over my hair. LOL He will walk back and forth on both my shoulders just mumbling and chirruping at me while purring like crazy (with the occasional, very gentle love nibble, and one time, I think he tried to suck on my thumb, LOL). I could not say no to such a cat.
He has a nice story too. Evelyn got him as a newborn (or nearly newborn) kitten. I guess the mother had been hit by a car and someone from one of E's nearby animal shelters called her asking if she could bottle feed. I know that this guy was the only one to survive - I think all the other littermates had already died before she took custody of the kitten, I don't know. Either way, he grew up into a happy, sweet boy with a huge appetite for rubs, scratches, pets and generally being all over humans. LOL
I've been warned that he is the kind of cat that will be on my shoulder at every opportunity, will be underfoot when he can't be up high, will want to sleep on my face and knead his paws on it too, and generally be a giant pest. I LOVE this idea. Ev has said that no one wants him because he is just too affectionate and won't leave you alone. He seems like the perfect pet for someone who has been starved for kitty affection for the last 21 years.
Thankfully the room I am moving into is in an apartment that has an old Yorkie, a male Siamese, and a longhaired white and orange boy as well. I know for a fact my new guy is cool with both other cats and other dogs. My room is master bedroom-sized so if for whatever reason, the cats don't get along at first, he is not going to be cooped up in a tiny space if I have to keep him in my room until they sort themselves out.
I've had experience with cats...I've done a ton of veterinary volunteering and such...so I'm gonna transition him onto a real nice grain-free diet after he comes home. I'm hoping to feed at least 50% wet. But we'll see how he takes to it, as to the best of my understanding, right now he's on 100% dry (I could be wrong about that though). I hear so many stories of cats that are finicky about wet food, but in my personal experience I've never had one turn up their nose at it, so let's hope my luck continues!
I am so lost on a name though. I can't believe it is giving me this much trouble. I'll rattle off a few of my ideas - do you guys have any suggestions as well?
Kokomo - for his relaxed, lover type of personality
I'd love to name him Ginger but it's more of a female name...I'd end up calling him Gin...and that just doesn't seem to suit
Vegas - awesome name but he is just...too sweet, maybe, lol