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PING: Sherry
Can you handle some more gratitude? This time it's about Billy and
Lily. They are two of the best cats I've ever known, and they are only with me because of you. They have some odd quirks. Some of which you know about already. Like, sleeping on their backs with paws folded. But something I may not have mentioned before. Both of them love the young kittens. Billy is especially fond of them, in fact he spends a great deal of time playing with them and grooming them. He never spits at a kitten. Lily will spit occasionally, but a split-second later she goes back to licking the little one. Billy mostly prefers dry food, and when the kibble dish is empty, he notifies me by showering me with affection. If I don't get the hint right away, he starts shredding paper until kibble has been delivered. At which point he will take a few pieces out of the dish and crunch, crunch on it. He never eats much. But when he wants to eat, the dish better be filled, or else something made of paper is going to be demolished. Lily loves most gooshy fudz, and seafood of all kinds, and chicken. She will take food right from your fingers if you offer it that way, and she's very careful not to accidentally bite your hand. Lily is always ready to tell you something. She's the most talkative kitty in the clowder. All it takes is a glance at her, to start her talking. If you talk back, she will converse for as long as you want. Billy on the other hand prefers to sing - long, drawn out trills are his specialty. And of course both of them are stunningly beautiful. Billy in particular has a soft, silky coat with plenty of "down" on his belly. Lily's fur is so thick that her nickname is "Puffy Fluff". Perhaps the most unusual thing about these cats is that when they are going to hurl, they let out the most pitiful sounding wails. "Woe-wow- wah! Woe-wow-wah!" (the accent is on "wow") means (I think) "I feel sick! I'm nauseated! Oh, I hate this feeling, oh..." It comes from the back of the throat rather than deep in the chest, so it has a high- pitched tone. But we only hear it on rare occasions. I've no idea what happens to all the fur they must ingest, as they very seldom pitch hairballs. They are independent little buggers who sleep alone, mostly, instead of curled into a pile with other cats, or on our beds. Maybe they just don't get chilled due to the volume of their fur. Anyhow, thanks for enabling me to become the slave of such a wonderful pair. I think we were meant to be a family, and I can't imagine a life without the two of them. |
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PING: Sherry
On Dec 1, 12:56*am, Pat wrote:
Can you handle some more gratitude? This time it's about Billy and Lily. They are two of the best cats I've ever known, and they are only with me because of you. They have some odd quirks. Some of which you know about already. Like, sleeping on their backs with paws folded. But something I may not have mentioned before. Both of them love the young kittens. Billy is especially fond of them, in fact he spends a great deal of time playing with them and grooming them. He never spits at a kitten. Lily will spit occasionally, but a split-second later she goes back to licking the little one. Billy mostly prefers dry food, and when the kibble dish is empty, he notifies me by showering me with affection. If I don't get the hint right away, he starts shredding paper until kibble has been delivered. At which point he will take a few pieces out of the dish and crunch, crunch on it. He never eats much. But when he wants to eat, the dish better be filled, or else something made of paper is going to be demolished. Lily loves most gooshy fudz, and seafood of all kinds, and chicken. She will take food right from your fingers if you offer it that way, and she's very careful not to accidentally bite your hand. Lily is always ready to tell you something. She's the most talkative kitty in the clowder. All it takes is a glance at her, to start her talking. If you talk back, she will converse for as long as you want. Billy on the other hand prefers to sing - long, drawn out trills are his specialty. And of course both of them are stunningly beautiful. Billy in particular has a soft, silky coat with plenty of "down" on his belly. Lily's fur is so thick that her nickname is "Puffy Fluff". Perhaps the most unusual thing about these cats is that when they are going to hurl, they let out the most pitiful sounding wails. "Woe-wow- wah! Woe-wow-wah!" (the accent is on "wow") means (I think) "I feel sick! I'm nauseated! Oh, I hate this feeling, oh..." It comes from the back of the throat rather than deep in the chest, so it has a high- pitched tone. But we only hear it on rare occasions. I've no idea what happens to all the fur they must ingest, as they very seldom pitch hairballs. They are independent little buggers who sleep alone, mostly, instead of curled into a pile with other cats, or on our beds. Maybe they just don't get chilled due to the volume of their fur. Anyhow, thanks for enabling me to become the slave of such a wonderful pair. I think we were meant to be a family, and I can't imagine a life without the two of them. Aww.. that is good to hear. How old are they now? Seven? Frank does that thing when he throws up too. It's a positively otherworldy sound. It's like he's *wailing*. I always know when Frank is about to throw up, no matter where he is in the house. Sherry |
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PING: Sherry
Sherry wrote:
*How old are they now? Seven? I guess they're in their 7th year, but haven't had their 7th birthday yet. They were IBKs when you found them in July of '04, I think. So I suppose they were born sometime in June of '04 and will officially be 7 this coming June ('11). Frank does that thing when he throws up too. It's a positively otherworldy sound. *It's like he's *wailing*. I always know when Frank is about to throw up, no matter where he is in the house. I've never heard it from any other cat, except for during the past year or so, Tommy has started doing it. He's 9, and he didn't ever do it during his first 7-8 years. I believe he learned from B&L, who must have learned it from your Frank! Is this possible? |
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