yeah, not a vet. do you have a local spca?

 

 

It's almost like post #1098 didn't tell you to take it to a shelter.

 

There is one here actually, but I ended up taking it to the Arizona Humane Society. They have a no kill policy unless there are behavioral or severe medical issues. They let me go ahead of the other people and take the cat right away since it was in bad shape, and at least it had improved by the time I dropped it off compared to when I found it.

 

they update you at all, or did you just drop it off and rid yourself of kitty face?




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Third kitty face ^ looks a tad like owl face.

 

Friend of mine posted a pic of her kitty cat.

 

Hello kitty!

what?

you cant hear me?

poor kitty.

 

Kitty ain't deef, kittys jus don' listen

 

two colored eyes almost always means deaf cat (same in dogs). just like calicos are almost female.

 

They said once I sign the papers and give them permission to take the cat, I cant find out what its fate was or will be unfortunately. My wife and I were kind of curious to find out if it was going to be ok, but I guess we will never know.

 

Was more leaning on the fact that cats just don't care to listen. I mean, what could us mere mortals possibly have to say that might be important?

 

Nothing.

But when the keychain on the laser pointer jingles, they're awake from a dead sleep and at your feet in less than a second.

 

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One of my boys lovin' on a pumpkin.

 

 

I had a calico as a child, and she gave birth to a solid black, white and brown cat. Same colors as her fur. Was pretty cool. Like she split apart. I was creative when naming them too. Blacky, Browny and Whitey. Looking back, sort of racist names, but I was 4, so what did I know. I gave the white one to my cousin, and her neighbor set it on fire and killed it.

My last cat. He gave no *****, except for when I moved out of my moms and he went all feral and crazy. She would see him every now and then in the neighborhood and he would hiss and run away if she tried to get close. His favorite place was sleeping on the keyboard while I tried to use it, and he would wake me up by sleeping on my chest until I pushed him off. Was a good cat. His name was kitty, or **** head, or hey you. I never named him. Not sure why. My mom still has the mother cat. Wanna guess her name? Momma Kitty. Solid black, and a stuck up little bitch. Long hair, almost Persian like.

 

 

Just watching Too Cute! with my kitty:



yes, he actually saw the kitties on TV and wanted to play.

 

My youngest loves the kitties.

They're incredibly tolerant of her tackling and loving on them....