Monday, December 3, 2012

Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat

I love my kitties.  Like, a lot.  They are really great cats.  
 My husband and I had been married for about a year when he finally told me we could start thinking about getting a cat.  I was thrilled, to say the least.  We heard about a pet adoption fair in LA so he told me we could go "look." Not necessarily get one, just "look."  

Now I should explain something about myself.  I was totally the kid who begged and begged and BEGGED to go to the pet store or animal shelter just to "look." I would swear to my parents that I wouldn't ask for a pet, I just wanted to see them (I grew up with cats and dogs so it wasn't like I was deprived of pets to begin with). So inevitably, I'd wear them down, they would take me to go look, and you can probably guess, I would always go home in tears because they didn't let me get me that kitten or puppy I absolutely HAD to have.


So understanding that, when Donny said we could go "look" I was really trying to be mature, and you know, not throw a tantrum with my husband.  


There were tons of cats and quite a few kittens and we liked a lot of them, but didn't really fall in love with any of the cats we found.  We kind of had different ideas of what we wanted.  He wanted a cat that didn't look like any cats we already knew (he wanted his baby to be special) and I totally went for your classic huge, fluffy, mean cat.  


We eventually saw two little girl kittens that we both liked so Donny suggested we walk around a bit more and think about it before we made a decision about one of them.  So we walked around and looked at some of the dogs and birds while I really tried to remain calm so I wouldn't scare him away from making a decision.  


So about 15 minutes later, we went back to see the girls again and sure enough someone was already in the process of adopting both of them.  


That's when I started to panic.


 I had held it together for much longer than ever before, but now I was starting to lose it.  I NEEDED a kitty. 


And that's when we saw Coleman and Bernice.  They were tiny white twins with black ears and tails. They were were wearing red bandanas and instantly melted our hearts.  We asked to hold them and they handed me the girl and Donny the boy.  The volunteer told us that the boy was very calm while the girl was a bit crazier.  


 We laughed because that kind of describes me and Donny.  I totally wanted to get the girl, of course - when Donny said something that reminded me why I married him. 


"We could get both I guess..." 


That's when I about peed my pants.  Here I was using all the will power I could muster to be OK with "just looking" and he was telling me I could go home with not one, but TWO KITTENS!


It was one of the greatest days of my life.


So $150 bucks and two cardboard carriers later we were home with our new babies.

 In the car we decided that Bernice and Coleman were not names we'd be keeping so Donny picked Bobby for the boy, named after Bobby Orr, one of the greatest hockey players of all time. And I picked Hannah for the girl because I like the name Hannah and we like human names for pets.
 When we got home they were naturally hesitant, but when a whole day passed and all they did was sleep we decided to take them to the vet right away.
 It turns out they were both super sick, younger than the adoption place had said, and definitely way too young for the "fixing" surgeries they'd already had before we got them.

Bobby was worse than Hannah (that's why he was so calm when we first met him) so they had to give him an IV with fluids and they prescribed 3 medicines for each cat to be given twice a day.


Do you know how annoying that is? 

 But all that to say, $300 bucks and a week later and the kitties were in good health and their true personalities started to develop.

Have you heard of the Skippyjon Jone's books about Skippito, the mischievous boy kitten who thinks he's a bandit? 


Well we have our own version, Bobbito, and I can see where they got the idea for the fictional cat's personality.

yep, that's Bobby peeing in the container of litter that I opened and turned my back on for one second.
I say Bobby is like Skippyjon because here's the thing.  Our cats are Siamese. 

Neither of us knew that when we picked them out. 


I always thought Siamese cats were mean and pointy like in Lady and the Tramp.

Not our kitties
Yes, our kitties.
So I didn't even consider that our babies were that.  Especially since as kittens they were all soft and round. But as soon as anyone else saw them, they said "Oh they're Siamese" At first I tried to deny it because I didn't think I liked Siamese cats, but I knew I liked mine so I was stuck. But after the vet, and a fellow Siamese cat owner said they were, I couldn't really deny it. I had to accept that Bobby and Hannah are mostly Siamese (they're still slightly mutts, or whatever the cat version of a mutt is).

But once I came around and started to do research I learned that Siamese are actually great cats. They're very social and love to play. They are climbers and meowers, but they are also very loving and have a lot of "dog-like" qualities.

 Bobby it turns out is insane, and Hannah is much calmer. Bobby gets really excited when we get home and literally, jumps into our arms.  He plays fetch with crumbled paper and loves to cuddle and snuggle. People are shocked when they walk in the door and two cats run up to greet them, purring and wanting to play.
So even though as they got older and their true Siamese looks started coming out, their personalities are so fun it's OK that they're not the typical fluffy "pretty" cats. 
 So all that of that was a super long explanation to get to the point of this post - we're pretty blessed to have AWESOME cats.  But one thing about them, Bobby especially, is that they stink. Like bad. 

I don't know what it is, or why or how, but often enough for it to be a problem, a serious stench comes from you know where.


I'd heard that wipes help, but I hadn't found any wipe yet that was specifically designed for, you know where.


Until yesterday! And that is why I audibly said "YES!" in the pet store when I read this sentence and then was immediately sad that I've come to a point in my life that I'd be excited to read:

It's disgusting but true. And Nature's Miracle is a life saver. I'd heard of the brand before when it completely took away the smell of skunk it my parent's house when my dog got sprayed. But I hadn't seen these wipes until now.

 And now we officially have the best cats in the world. Not only are they cute and sweet and fun, but now, they don't stink!


Whew - that was a long wait for a short slide.


(Weekly Work It out update coming later today)


Do you have a favorite cat preference?  


Have you found certain personality types in different breeds of cats?  

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