Time to forget about our problems and think about the simpler things in life. Like, cats. And umbrellas. And cats and umbrellas.
Oh. No wonder my umbrella started leaking the last time I used it.
“Oh, were you looking for this?”
I’ve been saying for months: “Je suis un cat toy.” (Yeah, I know, my French is a little off, but then, the French are a little off, so we’re even.) Well, everything in my house is a cat toy. Tig was actually chewing on the wooden rods holding my bookshelves together. They’re an inch in diameter. I assume he was teething.
He is growing very quickly. I tried to measure him the other day, but he wouldn’t hold still for it. He wanted to play with the tape measure. But I think his tail is about eleven inches long right now. And it’s very fluffy. His ruff (the Maine Coon cat mane) is starting to come in, and he’s beginning to look very dignified.
Tig has also discovered Kitty Nirvana: Sleeping in my bed. I finally opened up the bedroom to him this week. He got thrown out two nights in a row until he finally figured out that if he stops attacking me every time I breathe, he can stay. Unfortunately, I’m still getting woken up at odd hours, but at least now he’s not yowling at the door. (He’s climbing on me and licking my nose instead.) During the daytime, he takes turns sleeping downstairs and upstairs. Since Gracie no longer sleeps upstairs (she gave it up completely to Tig), I’m getting to hear the big thunk of a cat jumping off my bed after a nap again. I’m looking forward to hearing the Tig-sized thunk I used to hear from Tig the Second. I could always tell which of my two cats was waking up. The difference was very noticeable. Tig3 makes a little thunk. He’s only five pounds, yet. But he’s showing promise to grow up bigger than his predecessor. And that tail… wow, that is one long, fuzzy tail. And he holds it upright most of the time.
I just counted eight weeks backwards from April 18th, when I got Tig. That would put his birthday at February 29th. I’ll call it March 1st. I hadn’t realized that until now. (Tig and Gracie were born on March 15th, 1997.) That makes Tig about a week past four months old. And he’s already hit the five-pound mark.
Yep. He’s gonna be big.
Oooh, what a fluffyboy. I’m in love.
For those of us that aren’t cat people, how big? Is he dwarf Gracie?
Still, he’s looking good! Except that second picture is kinda…. EVIL!
“Je suis le jouet du chat.” “I am the toy of the cat.”
Just so long as you are not the chew toy.
Gracie’s about 12-13 pounds. She’s actually fairly big for a female cat. I had one female cat that was only about six pounds.
Tig the second was 15 pounds. Tig the first, at his fattest, weighed in at 20 pounds. I put him on a diet after that, and he probably ended up around 16 pounds.
That Tig3 is five pounds at less than five months means he’s going to be pretty darned big when he gets his full growth. But he’s also the sweetest cat I’ve ever had. He’s just a giant snugglebunny.
Michael, I am a chew toy. But he’s learned the words “No!” and “Gentle!”
What a good kitty.
How is Gracie doing?
He looks mischievous, but so adorable!
Mazel Tov on finding the “puurfect” kitty, and my wish for a long, healthy and happy life for him!
Keep the pics coming for all of us katz lovers!