This little one pound badass defied odds and lived in a car’s engine bay for at least two days when she was finally discovered. The family that found her wasn’t able to keep her so we definitely fell on that sword after meeting her.
She had her first vet visit yesterday and received a good bill a health so we are happy! She’s probably good to go due to the heaping helpings of love that Lil’ Man has been bestowing upon her.
Obviously Cooper has welcomed her with open arms but Ollie is a bit of a different story, sadly. We hope she’ll come around and while she isn’t aggressive she is completely cranky and doesn’t want to snuggle up. Ruby doesn’t seem to mind so that’s good.
I can’t wait to see more of her personality grow! She already is really funny and full of energy and not really shy at all. She could never replace Mika but she’s off to a good start being a part of the family!
Ol’ Chubby Magoo Ollie has been a bit of a different cat since Mika passed in January. I feel for her because I think she is lonely now but it is almost a good thing because she comes around more. I have really been working with Lil’ Man on loving and respecting her chubby butt and it has worked! She really is terrified of life (besides The Hotness and me) but instead of hissing at him now she lowers her head so she doesn’t have to look him in the eye and receives his scratching and love. Sadly, she still hates Cooper and he is terrified of her.
She’s much more vocal now and it is pretty fun when she wants attention. I’ll gladly fill the void that Mika left in her life because she is a sweetheart. Hell, she’s family. She’s been around for over ten years!
Our Tortie, Mika, crossed over to the other side and left a big ol’ empty spot in our hearts.
Not only was she a damn pretty cat, she was the perfect blend of spunk and love.
Her battle with cancer was quick but it was painful to watch her soldier through it.
She was the first animal that The Hotness and I rescued and in her ten years on the Earth she witnessed every major event of our life together.
At baseline I am a lover of animals but I never knew I could love a cat as much as I love Mika. She was something special. She deserved more than cancer. She deserved going out while fighting a grizzly bear to defend her catnip.
We brought her home after she went to sleep and I buried her beneath an oak tree I planted this fall. It was hard to say goodbye but at least we have all of the memories…
Being a stay-at-home Dad means I don’t always get time to do a lot of the “guy” stuff around the house. I have been trying to hang these curtain hold backs for a while now and finally had time since The Hotness took Little Man to school for the day.
Mika observed my progress for a little bit and decided I was getting too much done for my own good. Thankfully she recognized this and promptly remedied the situation!
Nothing helps out like a cat knocking over your tools or just lying on top of them.
Little Man is under the impression that he is somehow an animal whisperer. It is troublesome, however, that his hands lack what could be called “kindness”. Our eldest cat is ten years of age and loves most everyone but even with her good spirits she can handle only so much love. I have really been working with The Nugget on using our “gentle hands” when dealing with the cats and dog but as you can imagine his excitement sometimes gets the best of him.
Mika (Lady Catniss) was under the kitchen table receiving some gentle, loving scratching for a while until she wanted to move on to another vantage point. Little Man followed her and didn’t pick up on the lioness body language that cuddle time was, in fact, over. He attempted the ill fated belly rub (in spite of being told to never attempt this maneuver) and after enduring all she could handle, the Lady of the house gripped his hand between her chompers and held it there. She is not an evil cat and I have to admit that if it was me rubbing her belly she would have flat-out attacked, but she knows that Little Man requires training still so she just holds his hands in her mouth.
Tears fell and protests were yelled but at the end of the day he was just tired and had nothing more than a minor scratch. He and I talked about why the offense happened and how it could be prevented next time but I cracked up when he said, “But, Daddy, she didn’t apologize! She bit me and she didn’t say that she was sorry!”
Language barriers be damned!!! Little Man requires an apology!!!