The Obligatory Cat Post
Jan. 6th, 2004 03:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeriendhalMy Livejournal bio mentions that there are three cats in our household. Profile time!
In more or less pecking order....
Peanut Butter Maxx (never called that in conversation, ever): The Alpha cat of the household. Maxx is an orange tabby who was nearly an adult by the time we adopted and neutered him. Consequently he's big but extremely mellow. He's utterly patient with our foibles, allowing me to pick him up and hold him belly up to love on him, or allowing our 2 1/2 year old son to rub his face in Maxx's side, all the while purring like a chainsaw. When Thomas was born, our roommate Steve ordered Maxx to keep an eye on the boy, and damn if he hasn't lived up to his obligation.
Rascal: Adopted shortly after Maxx, Rascal is smaller, and infinitely twitchier, the sort of cat that hides when new people enter his house, or when the leaves blow too loudly outside. He's also a tabby, gray to the point of almost being black, and tends to meow piteously a lot when he wants to be petted. Fortunately for him we're all softies, especially after he suffered from an infection when he was a catten, which seemed to fry a few brain cells.
Salem: Mostly black (white patch on his chest and belly) cat, named after the cat from "Sabrina" for mostly being a cheap whore. He loves to be petted, at least by adults, and has the irritating habit of walking all over you when you're in bed. He's also the heaviest cat in our household, not so much fat as big boned, which makes a difference when he walks on your chest. Unfortunately he's also the pickiest cat in our household, and is usually the first to announce that the litter box needs changing by peeing whereever its convenient.
And finally gone but not forgotten...
Sunny: My wife Tracy's cat, who she adopted when she was fourteen, and kept for alsmot fifteen years. Female, with a cream colored coat, she wasn't the friendliest cat in the world, but she loved Tracy, and learned to like me. It broke all of our hearts when we finally had to put her to sleep, but she was in far too much pain to allow her to go on.
In more or less pecking order....
Peanut Butter Maxx (never called that in conversation, ever): The Alpha cat of the household. Maxx is an orange tabby who was nearly an adult by the time we adopted and neutered him. Consequently he's big but extremely mellow. He's utterly patient with our foibles, allowing me to pick him up and hold him belly up to love on him, or allowing our 2 1/2 year old son to rub his face in Maxx's side, all the while purring like a chainsaw. When Thomas was born, our roommate Steve ordered Maxx to keep an eye on the boy, and damn if he hasn't lived up to his obligation.
Rascal: Adopted shortly after Maxx, Rascal is smaller, and infinitely twitchier, the sort of cat that hides when new people enter his house, or when the leaves blow too loudly outside. He's also a tabby, gray to the point of almost being black, and tends to meow piteously a lot when he wants to be petted. Fortunately for him we're all softies, especially after he suffered from an infection when he was a catten, which seemed to fry a few brain cells.
Salem: Mostly black (white patch on his chest and belly) cat, named after the cat from "Sabrina" for mostly being a cheap whore. He loves to be petted, at least by adults, and has the irritating habit of walking all over you when you're in bed. He's also the heaviest cat in our household, not so much fat as big boned, which makes a difference when he walks on your chest. Unfortunately he's also the pickiest cat in our household, and is usually the first to announce that the litter box needs changing by peeing whereever its convenient.
And finally gone but not forgotten...
Sunny: My wife Tracy's cat, who she adopted when she was fourteen, and kept for alsmot fifteen years. Female, with a cream colored coat, she wasn't the friendliest cat in the world, but she loved Tracy, and learned to like me. It broke all of our hearts when we finally had to put her to sleep, but she was in far too much pain to allow her to go on.
