Yeah after we found out it was actually a boy, I think we are gonna go with Rocky cause he obviously is a fighter. The vet said he was about 4-6 weeks. He weighed 1.3 pounds. He generally is pretty healthy, he just was extremely dehydrated and had fleas. We will start his shots in a couple of weeks. The more time I get to spend with the little guy the more I think he could have been a stray cats kitten. He's definitely rough around the edges, isn't potty trained at all, and is a little standoffish towards people. It's hilarious when he starts eating, he growls the whole time.
I know with dogs, you have to break them of this habit because they can do some real damage when a dumb kid starts playing with them while they are eating. But with a cat... meh
If he's that young, he may want something to such/chew on still. A pet store will have a suitable toy. Normally kittens are still with their mothers at that age.
That's crazy, some friends of mine had an almost identical thing happen to them a year or two ago. Unbeknown to them, a kitten climbed into the engine compartment and the guy drove all the way to Camby from Hayden Island with the little guy wedged in there. When he got out he kept hearing this incessant meowing, popped the hood and sure enough there he was stuck between the battery and the firewall (totally unharmed btw).
Lemme see if I've got this straight, 'cause I think I've already heard this story. This cat is stuck in a hazardous, chaotic, possibly violent environment. He's heard he can live a dog's life in greener pastures across town and he's looking for a way out when he spies your car heading that way. He stows away without even asking you for a ride and sneaks into your neighborhood uninvited. When you discover him rather than send him home you pay for his healthcare and give him safe haven free room and board for life. Sounds awfully familiar to me.
Sounds a lot like my cat Orlando. And my late cats Rosalind and Celia. And my late cat Brandon. And my late cat Sweetie Pie (I did NOT name her!). My late cats Snowflake and Natasha. Sounds like every stray/feral cat who adopts a human. The exceptions are my cats Rudy and Margot, Orlando's sister's kittens, since I trapped them and brought them inside, so it was my decision and not theirs.
I believe Maris was trying to reference illegal immigrants. I love all of your cat's names (besides the Sweetie Pie one!).
I am aware Maris was attempting to make a political point. However, what he said was true about cats, not immigrants. Second half of quote, you walked into it! Snowflake (childhood cat), obviously, pure white and long haired. Natasha, for Natalia Sedova, Russian revolutionary Rosalind and Celia were the heroines of Shakespeare's As You Like It, inseparable friends who called one another "sister" (my Rosalind and Celia were actually sisters) and who run off to have all sorts of adventures together. They are also the "r" and "c" in crandc, short for C, R, and C. Celia died at 18. Later that year a 5-month male kitten walked up to me in my vegetable garden and told me he was moving in; there is really no other way to describe it. Since the beloved of Rosalind in As You Like It was named Orlando, the name was a no-brainer. His 2 sisters did not want to tame so I fed them outdoors. One disappeared, the other showed up with a litter. I realized I'd be feeding 20 cats if nothing was done so I trapped them. One kitten escaped, hung around a few days and then vanished. I had mama and the other 2 kittens in a room overnight to go to the clinic in the morning. Mama was totally wild, shredded everything in site, gouged plaster out of the walls. A feral female who's had kittens will never tame, so I had her spayed and vaccinated, made a bed in the garden shed while she recovered, then she left. The two kittens, meanwhile, were soaring about the room with such an amazing display of leaps and turns it was obvious they were going to be ballet dancers when they grew up, so were named for Margot Fonteyn and Rudolf (Rudy) Nureyev. Rosalind died, just shy of 21 years, in 2007. Last year an abandoned cat appeared in my yard. He was Brandon, since his first evening he sat by me watching TV when Brandon Roy won the game for the Blazers. Sadly, Brandon had health issues and being abandoned, spending weeks eating and drinking whatever he could find, pushed him over the edge. After only about 6 weeks his kidneys failed and he had to be euthanized. At least he had an easier end than he would have left wild to die of starvation and uremic poisoning.
Glad I did! Those are some fantastic names. Celia and Rosalind lived for a very long time! Sad about Brandon -- Did he die recently?
Brandon died last year. Yes, Celia and Rosalind had very long lives. I had hoped to have a party for Rosalind's 21st (100 in cat years), champagne for the humans, cream for the cats, but her kidneys failed just a few weeks before. Celia, Rosalind, and Brandon are all buried in the garden. I see their "10th lives" in respectively, Meyer lemon tree, azalea, and Granny Smith apple tree. Nature was recycling long before environmentalists thought of it.
