I was researching my Powder's luxating patellas, and found some questions from people who hadn't had the experience. Wanted to post & let them know that he's now 11 years old and does very well; boss of the house, even. when my hubby & I met he had 4 & I had 4; the feline Bradys; including a set of rhyming spitting image twins - ODIE was mine, GODI was his. Sadly, the Original Eight are no longer with us. Currently there are 7 of 'them' and 2 of 'us' (my hubby & I). POWDER, SALEM, WOOKIE- litter mates. We got them after losing the first three of the Originals inside of a year, the house was empty believe it or not, and very depressed.
: all white, short hair; rules the roost and is mommy's boy.
: 97% black with very discrete white spots, shorthair very soft spoken and shy till the mood hits her; oh and I think Harry Potter & Supernatural scare her - she really avoids the TV (really i think its the HD & surround system)
: all black, long hair, gorgeous, the house beauty, but seriously nearsighted or just a plain clutz, and runs into various obstacles and walls in the excitement of any particular moment. They are the oldest at 11.
,10, is half Himalayan, grey & white, diabetic; she chose to leave her original home and come live with us - literally we tried to return her several times & finally just kept her; her other home, we found out, had dogs that ate kittens, people on drugs, etc. in fact we discovered the first time she was groomed, there were 3 scars on her back and looked like a fourth canine tooth would have landed right in her eye, which is why she only has one.
, 5, will always be the baby, tortoise shell, Daddy's girl all the way, took her from a 'hoedown' - like a block party - at about 5 weeks old because I just couldn't stand to watch as the woman carried her around all the drunks & loud music anymore; poor little thing was petrified; too young to leave momma, but she's turned out just fine; she's Powder's second-in-command, the muscle, he did raise her, after all.
, 5, (sigh) Bumpus - is exactly as his name sounds: the PITA little brother; the house fool, but really smart, he came to us when Boomer (see below) was MIA again, looks a lot like an actual wild cat - brown tabby, was semi-feral, a biter to the point where I sacrificed 2 oven mitts and then made him his own from layers of denim, he's the clown and free spirit.
very large grey & white short hair, took 3 years to convince him I wasn't going to hurt him, he was scared to death of people; he'd disappear for weeks so that i'd write him off to a meal for a coyote or an eagle or something, but he'd always come back like a BOOMER-ang, we very lovingly call him the **, because of just how sweet & loving he is and how much he is a momma's boy; we are in awe of some of the scars on his back, and how long he was out in the wild alone i don't think he was always out there, someone left him out there because of his human fear; but he is quite social now, loves his family - and the near constant supply of food - he's quite fat now, over 20 lbs easy, we're working on that. And that's it...ps "clowder" is in fact a word that essentially means ' a herd of cat'.