Hi everyone. Great boards. I'm really enjoying the pictures and advice.
My new baby (first Bengal) will be coming home next week. We're calling him Maximus. He'll be meeting our 5 1/2 yo tabby who is pining a little and very sad after we lost our treasured 11yo moggy to chronic Kidney failure. We spent so much money and did so much research into saving her but she seemed to just really go quick with it-possible she had it for years and that's why it was hard to tell.
I've been looking into cat breeds for a long time and these guys have my name all over them! We're looking forward to some chaos (well not so much my husband lol)
My Tabby cat was rescued by me. Her mum was part of a feral litter that played in my garden. When they started hanging out in my yard they were too big for them to be rescued by cats protection. After a few short months many of them had gone but a black one hung around and we noticed her getting fatter and rounder. One morning I was mowing my lawn and heard a strange sound and found three tiny tiny kittens in a sheltered area in the garden. I didn't touch them but watched from indoors like a hawk and saw that mummy hadn't abandoned them. She looked shattered. She was too young really. I began to take food out and put it near to the area and I'd hear her growling and hissing at me. Eventually I put the food out and sat the other side of the garden and watched and she'd come eat with one eye on me, jumping back if I twitched. One night I took out some tuna and she lept out of the shelter and ran up to me and rubbed her head on my hand. (ok so then she swiped me bad for moving) then rubbed her head on my knees. After that she got a little bolder and began to let me stroke her. At about five weeks we got worried that the kittens had very little room and had never been handled. So after seeking adice I nabbed the kittens and put them in my kitchen in a open box. I watched for mum who came back looking everywhere for them. I tricked her into the basket and brought her to the kitchen. She got so excited when she saw her kittens, she jumped in and out and in talking to them and then loving me. She asked me to open the window and she would come in and out to them. (they were little claws and teeth but very quickly litter trained and tamed.) At about 11 weeks the two black kittens and mum were able to go to the cats protection and I kept the tabby. I would have loved the mum but had a one year old baby and a three year old toddler and she was too unpredictable. Luckily she was found a home and the kittens were homed together. I saw some time after an identically sized cat to the mum trailing a kitten the size of mine so I know that it wasn't a happy story for all of those original litter.
Anyway...Bob was a nightmare of a kitten eating everything (how many arial wires?), darting everywhere and playing fetch. She adores the children and though she can be ferociouse when she's scared or threatened she has never laid a claw on them. They have learned to respect her though and they are just so understanding of cats. She likes to rub the full length of her body across their heads with back leg outstretched when they lay on the floor. Sh had to be put in the kitchn to sleep because she kept nibbling the children to get them to wake up and play.
There's a cat on the school run that lashes out at all the kids whose (silly silly) mums let them grab his tale or shout in his face. He's got a terrible rep. But my son goes up to him and says good morning politely and then the cat is all over him purring and following him. It's so sweet. I'm raising the next generation of crazy cat people.
I'm attaching a very bad quality picture.
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And here is my Tabby...who is stunning too. lol.smallbob.jpg
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