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Ernie, Mimi & Moe go to TED! (long)
It was quite an adventure with these three. Glad I only have to do that ONE
a year (this was for their yearly checkup & shot) They were actually due last month, but we , erm, overspent on a picture window for the back porch - TED said a month late won't matter since they're indoor cats. So I had three carriers out, opened and ready for their recipients. No sooner than I had set them down, Ernie was in one. It is a BOX, after all. He switched carriers at least once that I know of between the time I got the carriers out and the time of the appointment. When it was time to go, Ernie was easy - just closed the carrier. Mimi was another thing. She wanted to play chase (yes, the little butterball does more than lay around and eat all day), and when I finally caught her, and get her to the carrier, Bam-Bam had the audacity to dart into the carrier just before I tried to get Mimi in, so of course Mimi didn't like that and squirmed and wiggled away. And played chase-me again. Fortunately, she wore her little tubby self out with the first round and was much easier to catch this time. And no Bam-Bam in the carrier, so Mimi went in casually. Then came Moe. However, all the ruckus of corralling Mimi sent Moe into hiding. I looked in some of the usual places. No Moe (LOL). I didn't feel like getting down on my hands and knees to look under bed(s) and sofa, so I resorted to one of the "Moe Calls". I got out one of the laser pointers. This one is one of the short 'bullet' shaped one, attached to a key ring and a clip. These attachments make it jingle. Moe recognizes that and knows that upon hearing the jingle, the red dot greebling soon appears. Sure enough, no sooner had I removed it from it's hook, and, jingling it all the while, walked from the back porch into the dining room (a whopping 5 steps!), Moe was poking her head out from under the sofa! I lured her out further with the red dot. I let her hunt it for a couple of minutes, as I walked closer & closer. Then I nabbed her . I go to put her in the carrier. She does *not* want to go, and pushes the carrier *away* from her as I try to push her in! I end up putting the carrier against a chair leg (while still holding a fussy-cussy-squirmy Moe), and get her in. I load all three into my dinky Jeep (next time I need to take more than one critter to TED at the same time, I will remind DH to take the Jeep to work and leave me the larger Land Rover ), Mimi & Ernie in the back seat, Moe in the front seat. I proceed to drive the whole 1.2 miles to TED's office (wow, 5 minutes unless you get the red lights on the way!), and get a serenade in 3-part harmony all the way there. Sometimes, it's even *synchronized* 3-part harmony. I thought, maybe, just maybe, the radio tuned to easy-listening would calm them. Nope - they just wailed louder, just in case I couldn't hear them over the music (and I would never dare turn a radio on to my normal level with critters in the car - their ears are much more sensitive than mine). I get to the vet and take the cats in, one at a time, leaving my purse in the Jeep (on the floorboard of the driver's side for 'security' reasons). there was a lady with a 5-6 year old boy with her leaving with their cat as I took one cat in. Little boy was very curious about my cat, what was wrong with it.... As they were leaving, I opened the door for them (my Mama teached me good), and explain that nothing is wrong, it's just time for their yearly checkup and shots, and told them that I have *two* more cats to bring in. As I'm taking the third cat (and my purse) in, a very skuzzy-fuzzy-looking (and probably smelly, but I wasn't about the test *that*) homeless man ambles past. I know Bloomington has homeless & whatnot, but I didn't expect him *there*. He complimented me on the cool pet carrier (I have one of these http://www.drsfostersmith.com/produc...pc=1&N=0&Nty=1 and one that is older, leather & has 3 zippered doors (one end, the top, and one side) and 2 zippered pockets (one end and also on the side that opens), while the nylon one has 2 doors and one pocket that has no closure - I got them as they have shoulder straps, handy with hefty kitties like Tennessee & Ernie), and asked what they cost (about $40-50). I am polite to him, but as I don't want to be late for the appointment, and I have "abandoned" the other two cats in the waiting room whilst I retrieved #3, I scurry into the clinic (but he did creep me out) before the conversation goes any further. Inside the clinic, the 3-part harmony has died down to an occasional "mew?", mostly from Ernie. Ernie has an itty-bitty squeaky voice (except when participating in the aforementioned 3-part harmony), especially for such a big boy (we'll get to his weight later). Mimi and Moe have decided that quiet is better, and have tried to hide in the back of their carriers. This is a very small, one-vet clinic. The main vet, Dr. Michael, died last year (almost a year ago!!!), leaving the business to his wife Lynne (the main vet tech), and they have a couple of temporary vets coming in, retired from their normal business, but kept their licenses active, until they find a suitable permanent vet (I guess that means that they are looking for one who loves animals as much as Micheal did, and won't want to change everything and will accept Lynne as his *boss*, and who is also not in it for the money, as so many are nowadays). Anyway, the Dr. on duty Thursday is Dr. Larry (whose last name is unpronounceable French), and he's a friendly guy. He helped me bring all three carriers into the exam room (I remember when I used to be able to fit all four*** of these siblings in *one* carrier). The first to be checked over was Moe. When Dr. Micheal was still alive, she was the last patient he saw before he went into the hospital . He called her "juicy"! Dr. Larry agreed with that description, saying she is the perfect size for a kitty cat (now Moe is lording it over everyone!), weighing in at 8 lbs 12 oz. I always find it amazing that cats who won't go *in* the carrier at home, won't come *out* of the carrier at TED's. Moe was in the only hardsided carrier that I used today, and decided that she would hook her back leg, at the knee joint, behind the hinge on the door, so as I pulled her out of the carrier, she came half way out, then drug the carrier behind. Took me a minute but I disengaged her leg from the carrier door, and out she came, cowering like a fraidy-cat (pun intended). Since we occasionally get mice or other rodents in the house, I had them wormed, and she took her medicine like a good girl. She got her shot, while trying to hide in my armpit, the silly girl. When her exam was finished, I put her carrier up on the exam counter, and she went in it like it was her home! And hid at the back. Poor little tater-head Next came Mimi, our butterball. She came out of the carrier OK, and weighed in at a whopping 13lbs 13oz! And her frame is the same as Moe's . Poor Mimi. Dr. Larry *tried* to feel if Mimi's organs were normal, but he was barely able to because of all her, erm, padding! Then it was time for her wormer. She spit out the pill *4* times (he had that pill half-way down her throat at least twice, and still she managed), yowled, screamed and spit at him. Fortunately, I was holding her and she didn't use her claws! Since she wouldn't take her pill, she got a dewormer *shot* instead! She ran back into her carrier when it was offered to her. Then Ernie. He strolled casually out of the carrier, and wanted to inspect the exam room. He weighed in at 16lbs, 9oz! He's big - not too much fat on him. Since he grunts and wheezes occasionally - even snores! - I asked Dr. Larry to take extra care when listening to his lungs, just in case Ernie has asthma. He took a listen and determined that he doesn't have asthma, but possibly allergies, or maybe even he's grown too big for his own lungs!!!!! I think it's the latter rather than the former as he only does it when he's getting lurved and smurgled, and purring - you know how cats seem to be hyperventilating while purring? I think that brings it on. Not too worried about the snoring, as I do that too! And so does Ping.... And D!!!!! He took his wormer meds like a *man* and didn't even notice the shots!!!! Getting Ernie back into the carrier was a bit tricky as he was waning to explore! He's not shy, that big lug! Then Dr. Larry helped me carry them back to the dinky Jeep. And load them! Back inside as I was paying ($200 - ouch! Hurt me more than the shots hurt the kitties!), another volunteer from the Humane Assoc. popped her head into the door, saying "I thought that was *your* Jeep! I hope all your kitties are OK!". She's so sweet - and we never really get together except at other HA functions. I had to re-assure her that they were all fine, just that it was time for yearly checkups for a couple of them, then we chatted for a bit, and I told her about Missy, and her getting a new home (on the 20th! - 2 days shy of her 1 year annifursary with us!). And yes, we will miss her, but we think it's better for her to be an only cat, so we are sadly letting her go. And then I got to drive home, again serenaded with a 3-part kitty harmony LOL! ***For those of you that are new here (or don't remember), there were four siblings that we snatched away from their feral MamaKat before they themselves could become feral. When they were first brought into our home we called them Eenie, Meanie (she was continuously hissing at me for the first 12 hours, but she was so small I could barely hear the hisses), Miney and Moe. Their names morphed as they grew up into Ernie, Mimi, Minnie and Moe. Minnie we adopted out to a nursing student in Greenwood (about a 1/2 hour north of us), but DH cried over her - even though he wasn't home when she went to her new forever home, & demanded that we keep the others. -- The ONE and ONLY lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy former-blonde in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)© email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep |
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Ernie, Mimi & Moe go to TED! (long)
I can't believe Ernie is almost 17lbs!!!!!!! Do you have new pics? You are
brave to do more than one at a time. "Magic Mood Jeep©" wrote in message ... It was quite an adventure with these three. Glad I only have to do that ONE a year (this was for their yearly checkup & shot) They were actually due last month, but we , erm, overspent on a picture window for the back porch - TED said a month late won't matter since they're indoor cats. So I had three carriers out, opened and ready for their recipients. No sooner than I had set them down, Ernie was in one. It is a BOX, after all. He switched carriers at least once that I know of between the time I got the carriers out and the time of the appointment. When it was time to go, Ernie was easy - just closed the carrier. Mimi was another thing. She wanted to play chase (yes, the little butterball does more than lay around and eat all day), and when I finally caught her, and get her to the carrier, Bam-Bam had the audacity to dart into the carrier just before I tried to get Mimi in, so of course Mimi didn't like that and squirmed and wiggled away. And played chase-me again. Fortunately, she wore her little tubby self out with the first round and was much easier to catch this time. And no Bam-Bam in the carrier, so Mimi went in casually. Then came Moe. However, all the ruckus of corralling Mimi sent Moe into hiding. I looked in some of the usual places. No Moe (LOL). I didn't feel like getting down on my hands and knees to look under bed(s) and sofa, so I resorted to one of the "Moe Calls". I got out one of the laser pointers. This one is one of the short 'bullet' shaped one, attached to a key ring and a clip. These attachments make it jingle. Moe recognizes that and knows that upon hearing the jingle, the red dot greebling soon appears. Sure enough, no sooner had I removed it from it's hook, and, jingling it all the while, walked from the back porch into the dining room (a whopping 5 steps!), Moe was poking her head out from under the sofa! I lured her out further with the red dot. I let her hunt it for a couple of minutes, as I walked closer & closer. Then I nabbed her . I go to put her in the carrier. She does *not* want to go, and pushes the carrier *away* from her as I try to push her in! I end up putting the carrier against a chair leg (while still holding a fussy-cussy-squirmy Moe), and get her in. I load all three into my dinky Jeep (next time I need to take more than one critter to TED at the same time, I will remind DH to take the Jeep to work and leave me the larger Land Rover ), Mimi & Ernie in the back seat, Moe in the front seat. I proceed to drive the whole 1.2 miles to TED's office (wow, 5 minutes unless you get the red lights on the way!), and get a serenade in 3-part harmony all the way there. Sometimes, it's even *synchronized* 3-part harmony. I thought, maybe, just maybe, the radio tuned to easy-listening would calm them. Nope - they just wailed louder, just in case I couldn't hear them over the music (and I would never dare turn a radio on to my normal level with critters in the car - their ears are much more sensitive than mine). I get to the vet and take the cats in, one at a time, leaving my purse in the Jeep (on the floorboard of the driver's side for 'security' reasons). there was a lady with a 5-6 year old boy with her leaving with their cat as I took one cat in. Little boy was very curious about my cat, what was wrong with it.... As they were leaving, I opened the door for them (my Mama teached me good), and explain that nothing is wrong, it's just time for their yearly checkup and shots, and told them that I have *two* more cats to bring in. As I'm taking the third cat (and my purse) in, a very skuzzy-fuzzy-looking (and probably smelly, but I wasn't about the test *that*) homeless man ambles past. I know Bloomington has homeless & whatnot, but I didn't expect him *there*. He complimented me on the cool pet carrier (I have one of these http://www.drsfostersmith.com/produc...pc=1&N=0&Nty=1 and one that is older, leather & has 3 zippered doors (one end, the top, and one side) and 2 zippered pockets (one end and also on the side that opens), while the nylon one has 2 doors and one pocket that has no closure - I got them as they have shoulder straps, handy with hefty kitties like Tennessee & Ernie), and asked what they cost (about $40-50). I am polite to him, but as I don't want to be late for the appointment, and I have "abandoned" the other two cats in the waiting room whilst I retrieved #3, I scurry into the clinic (but he did creep me out) before the conversation goes any further. Inside the clinic, the 3-part harmony has died down to an occasional "mew?", mostly from Ernie. Ernie has an itty-bitty squeaky voice (except when participating in the aforementioned 3-part harmony), especially for such a big boy (we'll get to his weight later). Mimi and Moe have decided that quiet is better, and have tried to hide in the back of their carriers. This is a very small, one-vet clinic. The main vet, Dr. Michael, died last year (almost a year ago!!!), leaving the business to his wife Lynne (the main vet tech), and they have a couple of temporary vets coming in, retired from their normal business, but kept their licenses active, until they find a suitable permanent vet (I guess that means that they are looking for one who loves animals as much as Micheal did, and won't want to change everything and will accept Lynne as his *boss*, and who is also not in it for the money, as so many are nowadays). Anyway, the Dr. on duty Thursday is Dr. Larry (whose last name is unpronounceable French), and he's a friendly guy. He helped me bring all three carriers into the exam room (I remember when I used to be able to fit all four*** of these siblings in *one* carrier). The first to be checked over was Moe. When Dr. Micheal was still alive, she was the last patient he saw before he went into the hospital . He called her "juicy"! Dr. Larry agreed with that description, saying she is the perfect size for a kitty cat (now Moe is lording it over everyone!), weighing in at 8 lbs 12 oz. I always find it amazing that cats who won't go *in* the carrier at home, won't come *out* of the carrier at TED's. Moe was in the only hardsided carrier that I used today, and decided that she would hook her back leg, at the knee joint, behind the hinge on the door, so as I pulled her out of the carrier, she came half way out, then drug the carrier behind. Took me a minute but I disengaged her leg from the carrier door, and out she came, cowering like a fraidy-cat (pun intended). Since we occasionally get mice or other rodents in the house, I had them wormed, and she took her medicine like a good girl. She got her shot, while trying to hide in my armpit, the silly girl. When her exam was finished, I put her carrier up on the exam counter, and she went in it like it was her home! And hid at the back. Poor little tater-head Next came Mimi, our butterball. She came out of the carrier OK, and weighed in at a whopping 13lbs 13oz! And her frame is the same as Moe's . Poor Mimi. Dr. Larry *tried* to feel if Mimi's organs were normal, but he was barely able to because of all her, erm, padding! Then it was time for her wormer. She spit out the pill *4* times (he had that pill half-way down her throat at least twice, and still she managed), yowled, screamed and spit at him. Fortunately, I was holding her and she didn't use her claws! Since she wouldn't take her pill, she got a dewormer *shot* instead! She ran back into her carrier when it was offered to her. Then Ernie. He strolled casually out of the carrier, and wanted to inspect the exam room. He weighed in at 16lbs, 9oz! He's big - not too much fat on him. Since he grunts and wheezes occasionally - even snores! - I asked Dr. Larry to take extra care when listening to his lungs, just in case Ernie has asthma. He took a listen and determined that he doesn't have asthma, but possibly allergies, or maybe even he's grown too big for his own lungs!!!!! I think it's the latter rather than the former as he only does it when he's getting lurved and smurgled, and purring - you know how cats seem to be hyperventilating while purring? I think that brings it on. Not too worried about the snoring, as I do that too! And so does Ping.... And D!!!!! He took his wormer meds like a *man* and didn't even notice the shots!!!! Getting Ernie back into the carrier was a bit tricky as he was waning to explore! He's not shy, that big lug! Then Dr. Larry helped me carry them back to the dinky Jeep. And load them! Back inside as I was paying ($200 - ouch! Hurt me more than the shots hurt the kitties!), another volunteer from the Humane Assoc. popped her head into the door, saying "I thought that was *your* Jeep! I hope all your kitties are OK!". She's so sweet - and we never really get together except at other HA functions. I had to re-assure her that they were all fine, just that it was time for yearly checkups for a couple of them, then we chatted for a bit, and I told her about Missy, and her getting a new home (on the 20th! - 2 days shy of her 1 year annifursary with us!). And yes, we will miss her, but we think it's better for her to be an only cat, so we are sadly letting her go. And then I got to drive home, again serenaded with a 3-part kitty harmony LOL! ***For those of you that are new here (or don't remember), there were four siblings that we snatched away from their feral MamaKat before they themselves could become feral. When they were first brought into our home we called them Eenie, Meanie (she was continuously hissing at me for the first 12 hours, but she was so small I could barely hear the hisses), Miney and Moe. Their names morphed as they grew up into Ernie, Mimi, Minnie and Moe. Minnie we adopted out to a nursing student in Greenwood (about a 1/2 hour north of us), but DH cried over her - even though he wasn't home when she went to her new forever home, & demanded that we keep the others. -- The ONE and ONLY lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy former-blonde in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)© email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep |
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"Magic Mood Jeep©" wrote in message ... Mimi was another thing. She wanted to play chase (yes, the little butterball does more than lay around and eat all day), and when I finally caught her, and get her to the carrier, Bam-Bam had the audacity to dart into the carrier just before I tried to get Mimi in, so of course Mimi didn't like that and squirmed and wiggled away. And played chase-me again. Fortunately, she wore her little tubby self out with the first round and was much easier to catch this time. And no Bam-Bam in the carrier, so Mimi went in casually. Boyfriend would like to remind you that his beloved Mimi is not "tubby" she is merely a large-sized cat. Next came Mimi, our butterball. She came out of the carrier OK, and weighed in at a whopping 13lbs 13oz! And her frame is the same as Moe's . Poor Mimi. Dr. Larry *tried* to feel if Mimi's organs were normal, but he was barely able to because of all her, erm, padding! Boyfie sez his girl is almost twice his own weight but he don't mind. All the more to cuddle up to! Then it was time for her wormer. She spit out the pill *4* times (he had that pill half-way down her throat at least twice, and still she managed), yowled, screamed and spit at him. Dats my girl! your Boyfie |
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Christina Websell purred: "Magic Mood Jeep©" wrote in message ... Mimi was another thing. She wanted to play chase (yes, the little butterball does more than lay around and eat all day), and when I finally caught her, and get her to the carrier, Bam-Bam had the audacity to dart into the carrier just before I tried to get Mimi in, so of course Mimi didn't like that and squirmed and wiggled away. And played chase-me again. Fortunately, she wore her little tubby self out with the first round and was much easier to catch this time. And no Bam-Bam in the carrier, so Mimi went in casually. Boyfriend would like to remind you that his beloved Mimi is not "tubby" she is merely a large-sized cat. .... trapped in a small size cat's body Next came Mimi, our butterball. She came out of the carrier OK, and weighed in at a whopping 13lbs 13oz! And her frame is the same as Moe's . Poor Mimi. Dr. Larry *tried* to feel if Mimi's organs were normal, but he was barely able to because of all her, erm, padding! Boyfie sez his girl is almost twice his own weight but he don't mind. All the more to cuddle up to! I bet she makes a good pillow!!! All soft and furry, and purry, too! Then it was time for her wormer. She spit out the pill *4* times (he had that pill half-way down her throat at least twice, and still she managed), yowled, screamed and spit at him. Dats my girl! I was afraid she would retaliate when we got home, by peeing on my pillow, but she's a good girl at heart, and didn't! But the language she used at TED - wasn't very ladylike! Not at all. More like something one would expect from Harri the trucker-roadcat! your Boyfie |
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I was afraid she would retaliate when we got home, by peeing on my pillow,
but she's a good girl at heart, and didn't! But the language she used at TED - wasn't very ladylike! Not at all. More like something one would expect from Harri the trucker-roadcat! And Harri Roadcat is certainly no slouch in that department! Harri, Tabitha, and Ranger frequently take turns chasing each other in and out the cat flap. "BAM" as one of them runs through at high speed, followed by "BAM" as the next one comes through. We have problems, though, when Harri or Tabitha decide they've had enough. When that happens the kitty that has had enough sits in the kitchen, just inside the cat flap. The intention is to wait for the chasing kitty to poke a nose through the flap, then the indoor cat can swat the kitty flap. The problem arises when Ranger is in the back yard when this happens. Tabitha gets tired of running and sits poised in front of the flap. Ranger sees Harri sitting down and decides it's *his* turn to chase, and chases Harri through the flap - right into Tabitha. Surprise! This usually sends Tabitha rolling across the floor and leaves Harri in a heap. Harri doesn't like surprises, so she howls and screams while she's picking herself up. My, what language! It sounds like someone is trying to kill her. |
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On Fri 15 Sep 2006 12:31:03p, Magic Mood Jeep© wrote in
rec.pets.cats.anecdotes ): It was quite an adventure with these three. Glad I only have to do that ONE a year (this was for their yearly checkup & shot) Wonderfully told story! I can so relate to so much of it. LOL From the chasing, to the singing in the car, to the rushing back in the carrier at the end of the exam. Shamrock is much like Ernie, in that he doesn't mind being at TEDs too much, comes out of the carrier and wants to explore the office while waiting for TED to come in. He just doesn't like the car ride. Glad they're all done for the next year! How long do you think you'll take them all at the same time? I still take Rhett and Scarlett together, but Rhett has tended to need to see TED between yearlies for paw or other itchy problems. -- Cheryl |
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On Fri, 15 Sep 2006 17:04:27 -0700, Dan M yodeled:
I was afraid she would retaliate when we got home, by peeing on my pillow, but she's a good girl at heart, and didn't! But the language she used at TED - wasn't very ladylike! Not at all. More like something one would expect from Harri the trucker-roadcat! And Harri Roadcat is certainly no slouch in that department! Harri, Tabitha, and Ranger frequently take turns chasing each other in and out the cat flap. "BAM" as one of them runs through at high speed, followed by "BAM" as the next one comes through. We have problems, though, when Harri or Tabitha decide they've had enough. When that happens the kitty that has had enough sits in the kitchen, just inside the cat flap. The intention is to wait for the chasing kitty to poke a nose through the flap, then the indoor cat can swat the kitty flap. The problem arises when Ranger is in the back yard when this happens. Tabitha gets tired of running and sits poised in front of the flap. Ranger sees Harri sitting down and decides it's *his* turn to chase, and chases Harri through the flap - right into Tabitha. Surprise! This usually sends Tabitha rolling across the floor and leaves Harri in a heap. Harri doesn't like surprises, so she howls and screams while she's picking herself up. My, what language! It sounds like someone is trying to kill her. OMG! What a mental picture. ROFL Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh Make Levees, Not War |
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Magic Mood Jeep© wrote:
It was quite an adventure with these three. Glad I only have to do that ONE a year (this was for their yearly checkup & shot) snip And then I got to drive home, again serenaded with a 3-part kitty harmony LOL! snip So nice to hear they are all well! Best wishes, Polonca and Soncek |
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"Karen" wrote:
I can't believe Ernie is almost 17lbs!!!!!!! Do you have new pics? You are brave to do more than one at a time. It's hard for me to picture too! I just remember the pictures of them as just tiny little mostly-white fuzzy things huddled in a cardboard box. |
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Takayuki purred: "Karen" wrote: I can't believe Ernie is almost 17lbs!!!!!!! Do you have new pics? You are brave to do more than one at a time. It's hard for me to picture too! I just remember the pictures of them as just tiny little mostly-white fuzzy things huddled in a cardboard box. Ernie's always been a big boy! Even when a bitty, at the first visit to TED, hw weighed a whopping 1oz more than any of the others! And he was one of those cats that just felt "solid". Here's a pic of him, taken within 48 hours of me 'rescuing' them from a life of ferality (is that a word?), and you can see that big ol' Tom Cat head, even back then! http://community.webshots.com/photo/...47371020mvomUG And here he is all growed up! (2 piccies) http://community.webshots.com/photo/...47371020mxkVto |
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