Just so you know, this is kind of how Kramer looked as a young cat, but he was black and white and not silver and white. And I want this kitten. And HE is available! The other is his brother, also adorable.
I think this is Roby, Lessandra`s extremely fussy cat, leading our cats in a dare!
April 3, 2008 at 1:31 am
To be honest, the first one scares me a bit. He looks pretty aggro!
April 3, 2008 at 6:18 am
ROFL, umm, you were afraid of Kramer, too and he was the most gentle animal. Big cats scare you.
He might be aggro, he probably wants to play, he is only 12 weeks old, I want the kitties!!
April 3, 2008 at 5:28 pm
I miss my cat. But I don’t miss the fur everywhere. Or the litterbox.
April 3, 2008 at 11:23 pm
Hehe, gentle is also afraid of big dogs (well, kind of, it’s because most people he meets with big dogs don’t look like they could handle them) – except for the big, cuddly coward his mum has. He’s a mix of nobodyknows with a splash of ihavenoidea and some german (?) shepherd added, and you just have to love this dog – he’s soooooo cuddly and soft and thankful for being crawled, but scared of coughing fleas…
mylifeismylife, sorry for being nosy, but what happened to your cat? You don’t have to tell if you dont want to, I’m just nosy again here
April 4, 2008 at 4:43 am
OK, I have heard gentle`s theory on big dogs. My husband is somehow the same way. I have recently found out his father was bitten as a child, and he has raised ALL of his kids NOT to like or trust dogs. Which is really unfair, in my opinion, but hey, I understand he was just protecting his kids.
But wow, at some point you have to make your own experiences. Florian is just starting to like really appreciate dogs.
I have been adding dog pictures to his office (little ones). Last week I found this really sweet post card with a St. Bernard and put in propped up against the globe on his desk so it looks at him. He leaves them all there. I think eventually he will wake up and say,
“Hey, happilykim, we NEED A DOG!!”
April 4, 2008 at 5:18 pm
My poor kitty. We couldn’t cope. He is 9 and started peeing on the furniture. Only when we were gone. He started peeing on my daughter’s bed, clothes, and the couches. We tried all sorts of things, and he didn’t have any medical reasons for it. So I took him back to the no-kill shelter where I got him years ago. They have a lifetime return policy. He was accepted into the seniors program, and is probably with a single senior citizen now. I really think we just had too chaotic of a family to keep him happy. I am recently married and now have a step son so the level of noise and activity in our house escalated. And also, with a pug puppy, I think the cat just got irritated and that was how he was dealing. I felt SO bad. I still feel bad. But my husband is also very allergic to him, so it’s been better for him in that regard too. I just feel SO bad. I’ve almost always had a cat. I miss him.
April 4, 2008 at 6:10 pm
I wonder if they would accept me at this selter?
April 4, 2008 at 6:51 pm
I don’t know. Are you peeing on your couch? Or elderly?
April 4, 2008 at 7:23 pm
Who told you????