GoingNorth
Crazy Cat Lady
Well, Thomas has been home for three weeks. You'd never know how frightened he'd been when he came home other than some residual hand and foot shyness on occasion. He's a lover-boy!
I had to reschedule his vet appointment for this Monday due to the blizzard. He is eating like a pig, but not gaining weight as quickly as I'd like. I am hoping it's his teeth which are awful, but plan on having senior blood work run to make sure h is organs are functioning properly. (It'll have to be done before his dental anyway to make sure he can handle anesthesia)
He and Squeaky are getting along much better. Still some hissing and growling on Squeaky's part but nothing like it was. They are sharing the bed now, though still at opposite ends.
It is a quarter to 5AM and I am looking at the bed as I type this. Both Thomas and Squeaky are on the bed and I can't figure out how there was room for me to sleep on it earlier.
Thomas now lets me pick him up and carry him. He puts his big, furry paws around my neck and snuggles in. He's learned to give kitty kisses and sleeps under the comforter. I could do without the kisses as his breath is ghastly due to his bad teeth.
A friend on Facebook turned me on to some natural kitty treats that are the only treats I've found so far that Thomas likes. He gobbles them right down. Squeaky loves all treats so is quite happy with these.
Thomas' fur is growing out from his lion clip. He is a "hot" cream, a cream with a lot of red in it. He's a tabby with blurred markings. Two faults for the show ring, but he's far from show quality anyways. That's OK, he's got the Maine Coon personalty in spades and that's the important part.
He's gotten more and more vocal as he's settled in; just a huge collection of whimpers, groans, grumbles, mumbles, chirps, and mutters. He always has a comment on things, and I always hear about it if I try to ignore him.
All and all a great addition to the household and I'm honored to have been chosen to provide him with a home and all the love he can handle for his golden years.
I had to reschedule his vet appointment for this Monday due to the blizzard. He is eating like a pig, but not gaining weight as quickly as I'd like. I am hoping it's his teeth which are awful, but plan on having senior blood work run to make sure h is organs are functioning properly. (It'll have to be done before his dental anyway to make sure he can handle anesthesia)
He and Squeaky are getting along much better. Still some hissing and growling on Squeaky's part but nothing like it was. They are sharing the bed now, though still at opposite ends.
It is a quarter to 5AM and I am looking at the bed as I type this. Both Thomas and Squeaky are on the bed and I can't figure out how there was room for me to sleep on it earlier.
Thomas now lets me pick him up and carry him. He puts his big, furry paws around my neck and snuggles in. He's learned to give kitty kisses and sleeps under the comforter. I could do without the kisses as his breath is ghastly due to his bad teeth.
A friend on Facebook turned me on to some natural kitty treats that are the only treats I've found so far that Thomas likes. He gobbles them right down. Squeaky loves all treats so is quite happy with these.
Thomas' fur is growing out from his lion clip. He is a "hot" cream, a cream with a lot of red in it. He's a tabby with blurred markings. Two faults for the show ring, but he's far from show quality anyways. That's OK, he's got the Maine Coon personalty in spades and that's the important part.
He's gotten more and more vocal as he's settled in; just a huge collection of whimpers, groans, grumbles, mumbles, chirps, and mutters. He always has a comment on things, and I always hear about it if I try to ignore him.
All and all a great addition to the household and I'm honored to have been chosen to provide him with a home and all the love he can handle for his golden years.