Ummm, I don't have a cat now, I'd like to but it'd clash with my other pets, Bearded Dragons. Plus I am allegic. Wasn't when I was younger, I just sort of grew into it.
I used to have Siamese, many of them.
About 4 years ago I took in a stray male Butterscotch Tabby I found laying half-dead in a parking lot in the Summer heat. I just couldn't leave him there. He could barely meow.
He stayed with me for 4 months and I nursed him back to health. I grew to love the little monkey. The first night here AFTER I gave him a bath because he STUNK, he wanted to come in my bed with me so I let him. Only problem was he wanted to "Talk" all night. I barely got any sleep. IF I did fall alseep he'd wake me up again with his chatter. He was so cute but that was aggravating. I couldn't even get up to go to the bathroom, he had to come and watch.
He had so many things wrong when I first got him. Bad breath, starvation, diahhrea, dehydration, clumped fur, fur balls, fleas, cuts, infected eyes, ear mites. But over the next few months we go everything back in working order and he started to gain weight. He basked in front of the Air Conditioner on hot afternoons just sleeping the day away. I didn't let him go outside for the first 2 months. When finally I did let him out, I went with him and he promptly took off down the road. He was gone about 6 hours when he finally showed himself at midnight in front of the building meowing and looking up at me. I went down and got him.
We went out a few more time together and he'd still take off but he always came back a few hours later.
After a few more weeks I let him out alone. He'd come home after a few hours crying to get in.
One night he didn't come back. I miss the little monkey no matter how much trouble he was. But he never stole anything, just my heart.
Last edited by Navigaar; 05/26/09 07:28 PM.