I have nicknamed him Doop Cat, but his official name is Goob.
He eats anything that isn't covered or tied down, even though he gets plenty of food.
He sleeps on my bed while I'm on my laptop.
I think he likes it for the heater blanket and quiet.
But I love him anyways.
He "makes biscuits" with a blanket in his mouth. He'll bite the blanket, then knead the part below it.
He also makes hunting chirrups and tries to dig in my sheets. I love his chirruping. XD
Awww! I love the kitten. But PLEASE tell me you didn't eat the rest of that ice cream cone. lol
This was Stoli when I first brought her home. She was 6 months old, and already with a negative balance in life. She had 25 cigarette burns all over her body, and she was scared to death of me and my roommate. I spent three days with her in a small space just giving her love and treats. We had to tape up our fire place and cabinets, close our bedroom doors, and flip our love seat to eliminate hiding spaces in the beginning. It took time, but she healed and she learned to trust us. She's still a bit quirky, but I love her to death. She was still really scared of visitors for a long time, but now she comes out and relaxes with us when we have friends over.
A few years later, my parents asked me to take one of their cats. I'm a behavior consultant, so when they were having problems they turned to me to fix it. My sister found Smokes hiding in a closet after days of her missing. She wasn't eating, she wasn't drinking, and she wasn't leaving the closet to use the litter box. If you picked her up and put her in the middle of a room, she'd tuck her tail and limbs in, get as small as possible, and just shake. I took her home, started her out in my guest bathroom, and put her on a really predictable schedule of visits with food and love and treats. Even in the bathroom, she wouldn't leave her bed except to use the litter box (which was only a few steps away). I slowly placed the food further and further from her bed and then used treats to encourage and reward her for exploring other parts of the room. It took weeks, but eventually I had her walking around the whole apartment confidently. She's such a lover and it's so great to have her as part of the family.
Last but not least there is Nom. She's Smokes' sister. My boyfriend adopted her from my parents when she was just a wee 8 weeks old. She's probably the most well-adjusted of the bunch, but she unfortunately has epilepsy. Her seizures are pretty scary, but they've decreased a lot since we put her on medicine. She's the first one out begging for attention when we have guests, and she's the loudest of them all. She loves to get between us and our electronics. At least when she does stand in front of my laptop she has the loudest purr ever. She cracks me up because she actually kneads blankets, laps, the floor next to your feet (basically wherever) with her back paws instead of her front paws. She has a game piece on her head in this picture because she kept knocking over our pieces while we were playing a board game. She was actually quite casual about having a winged lion on her head.
Well there you have it, my feline family. They're my kids, and I love them to death. We've had some tough times for sure, but it feels so great to see them enjoying life again. I never planned on having three cats, but now can't imagine my life without them.