Post by raerae on Aug 24, 2018 8:13:12 GMT -5
I have 3 cats. They hate each other. Idk why.
Rumble is graced with looking forever young. Abandoned at birth, she was hand raised. she never did really "get" being petted, but has a new perspective on life after she nearly died from pneumonia and now gives all the love she has to anyone who will take it.
She decided to try playing for the first time in her 11 years the other day. Chasing paper balls, it'll take some practice. She's embarrassed to admit she had tapeworms last year, treated successfully, though she still vomits at random. Doc says she's allergic to oklahoma, but would rather kill you than take her allergy meds. Favorite pastimes are purring even while angry, clawing the furniture, and sleeping with her face under her belly with front legs stretched out. She ventured outside for the first time in her life two years ago, but has yet to leave the porch. The other cats relish in her misery, and she prides herself on successfully hiding from them whenever they're inside.
Thea is a typical fickle calico. She's 3 years old. If she were human, she'd be in sweat pants with a messy bun and no bra 24/7. A true wild child, she doesn't actually like anyone, but tolerates the human that feeds her and occasionally enjoys holding said human hostage for long naps. She says the trick is to grab the humans face if they're not paying attention to her. Highly athletic, she'd tell you she's special because she gets canned food to add calories since she runs herself to bones. She holds the first place medal for mousing.
she is determined to learn the secret to toilet flushing. Enjoys tree climbing, insisting mom hold her at the most inopportune moments, only to jump back down again. scaring chickens, daring cows to check her out, and torturing Rumble. Whether it be pushing her into the pool or playing a rambunctious game of "I'm not touching you! " she's always up for mischief.
Oscar is a refined gentleman who's mastered the art of being thoroughly unimpressed. He keeps his shiny black coat very clean, as a distinguished 6 year old should. He adores attention of any kind. Don't ask him not to dig his claws into your skin as deep as he can over and over, he has been to kitty biscuit anonymous and simply cannot stop. Probably it's a result of his early years living on the tough streets of town.
It's rumored that he is actually the greatest mouser this farm has ever seen, but they say he doesn't take credit for half his kills. He's a firm believer that if you repeat yourself enough, humans can speak cat. He's trained his humans to follow him to the food bowl just to check that he can't see the bottom, or to tell on the girls for hogging the space (after all, he shouldn't have to wait his turn) and enjoys the in and out game very much.
If you ask him why he corners and beats up Thea every chance he gets, he'll tell you she had it coming. No one knows where Oscar actually lives when he's not in the house, he just suddenly appears out of nowhere. He's taught Rumble her place in the world and rarely has to correct her now.
Rumble is graced with looking forever young. Abandoned at birth, she was hand raised. she never did really "get" being petted, but has a new perspective on life after she nearly died from pneumonia and now gives all the love she has to anyone who will take it.
She decided to try playing for the first time in her 11 years the other day. Chasing paper balls, it'll take some practice. She's embarrassed to admit she had tapeworms last year, treated successfully, though she still vomits at random. Doc says she's allergic to oklahoma, but would rather kill you than take her allergy meds. Favorite pastimes are purring even while angry, clawing the furniture, and sleeping with her face under her belly with front legs stretched out. She ventured outside for the first time in her life two years ago, but has yet to leave the porch. The other cats relish in her misery, and she prides herself on successfully hiding from them whenever they're inside.
Thea is a typical fickle calico. She's 3 years old. If she were human, she'd be in sweat pants with a messy bun and no bra 24/7. A true wild child, she doesn't actually like anyone, but tolerates the human that feeds her and occasionally enjoys holding said human hostage for long naps. She says the trick is to grab the humans face if they're not paying attention to her. Highly athletic, she'd tell you she's special because she gets canned food to add calories since she runs herself to bones. She holds the first place medal for mousing.
she is determined to learn the secret to toilet flushing. Enjoys tree climbing, insisting mom hold her at the most inopportune moments, only to jump back down again. scaring chickens, daring cows to check her out, and torturing Rumble. Whether it be pushing her into the pool or playing a rambunctious game of "I'm not touching you! " she's always up for mischief.
Oscar is a refined gentleman who's mastered the art of being thoroughly unimpressed. He keeps his shiny black coat very clean, as a distinguished 6 year old should. He adores attention of any kind. Don't ask him not to dig his claws into your skin as deep as he can over and over, he has been to kitty biscuit anonymous and simply cannot stop. Probably it's a result of his early years living on the tough streets of town.
It's rumored that he is actually the greatest mouser this farm has ever seen, but they say he doesn't take credit for half his kills. He's a firm believer that if you repeat yourself enough, humans can speak cat. He's trained his humans to follow him to the food bowl just to check that he can't see the bottom, or to tell on the girls for hogging the space (after all, he shouldn't have to wait his turn) and enjoys the in and out game very much.
If you ask him why he corners and beats up Thea every chance he gets, he'll tell you she had it coming. No one knows where Oscar actually lives when he's not in the house, he just suddenly appears out of nowhere. He's taught Rumble her place in the world and rarely has to correct her now.