Join Date: Oct 2010
Location: South Mississippi
Ivan the Meowable
My mother found him down by our pond. She was down there feeding the raccoons when this solid blue gray kitten showed up. It sat down next to the raccoons and started eating out of the same bowl. Naturally this alarmed her as we all know what a raccoon will do to a kitten. Luckily she's been feeding the raccoons for so long that they're pretty much half tame at this point, though there's now way I'm going to try and pet one.
This is how I ended up with the kitten I call Ivan the Meowable. She brought him to me to work with. He hid for the first three nights. I crated him for the next week or so. Fed him from my finger, and petted him from behind etc. Held him, spoke to him softly. He just shivered terrified for the first two weeks that I had him. When he started purring I gave him free rein of the house so he could get acclimated within the territory. I still had to struggle to catch him, but he started coming out and using the litter box and playing with the other cats.
Then our little ritual started. I would cook dinner, and he would come out. He'd sit right in the middle of the floor and meow at me loudly. Demanding soft food. Meow Meow meow! ((This is how he got the name Ivan the Meowable, he's the same shade as a Russian Blue and very very loud.)) I'd talk to him and tell him I'd feed him in a minute. Then I'd move forward to pick him up, he'd dart away. We'd do this about three times before I caught him. I'd pet him until I got a purr. Then put him down and feed him.
Yesterday morning I woke up to find him at the end of the bed watching me. He darted away.
Last night he made up his mind. My husband sat on the floor playing the new Fallout New Vegas game. I looked down to see Ivan on the floor sitting in a regal pose, staring up at him, just watching. I alerted him to this and he immediately picked up the kitty.
Purrr purrr purrr. We even got to pet kitty belly. The husband went back to the game. The kitten meowed loudly in protest walked up my chest and head butted my cheek. He meant business. He wanted love and he wanted it now.
Around 2 this morning I felt a struggle on the bed. I reached out and grabbed a kitten thinking it was fuzzbutt ((the one who looks like a bobcat that I posted about on the breed forum)). It was fuzzbutt, and Ivan wrestling. Ivan curled up on my chest purring and I closed my eyes. The minute my hand stopped moving on his fur he meowed, woke me up and headbutted my face again. This went on for about an hour. I am sooo tired today.
I think I may have created a cuddle monster.