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Discussion in 'Trials' started by Hoss Cartright, Sep 2, 2018.
TRS USA shop cats. Mickey (1 year old black and white) and Mr. B (5 year old black)
Mickey is not impressed with Scruffy's memorial.
Hilton..... 23 lbs of Maine Coon. Personality is closer to a dog than a cat.
Funny you say that... we have a monster Maine coon too, and he really does act like a dog.
When my wife brought Hilton home as a rescue kitten (who fit in my palm) .. .. "You know what breed this is, right ?" , then I had her Google it for pictures.
She came back in the room with a wide-eyed look and said.. "Holy crap... I hope that he gets that HUGE!"
Maine coon 6 months old and I want another already.
I am wondering if I talk my wife into getting another cat to replace our out door mouser, if she would agree we need to get one of those TRRS cat house boxes
I wish someone local would buy a trials bike. I need help weed whipping sections and I'm getting tired of always riding alone.
Tommy... AKA Miles...neighborhood Tom that we neutered and vaccinated three years ago. He's lived around the neighborhood. He comes when called. Loves pets combing and scratches on the head and chin. Eats breakfast and dinner on our patio every day, lives in one of our heated feral cat shelters in the winter.
If he didn't spray, he would be a candidate for an in the home with the hoomans life.
Daisy, shes 9 years old now. Rescued from a shed in the alley across the street in the fall of 2009. Found with her three tiny flea infested littermates, she barely survived, one sister didn't make it. She is a terrific cat, just all around sweet and well behaved.
Wally, AKA Walter
Daisy's littermate. He is a goof ball. We love the little character.
Monte. Found as a wee kitten in the street in the pouring rain one summer night in 2003. (We were driving our Monte Carlo when we found him, hence his name)
He's 15 years old now. He has moments of sweetness and he also will bite you if he feels like it. (Not hard but hard enough to tell you that he is done)
we had a black and white growing up rescued from a dumpster named Monte. Dad did not like cats. Monte and him got really tight. The old guy was pretty broken up when Monte died. He was a very good cat.
Big Kitty owns the place and
My cat Trouble, she has passed on a year ago after 14 yrs of being our outside/garage cat. we found her as a very small kitten stuck in a tree about 8 ft up, It was a small tree and I was able to pull the branch down to grab her.
That tree was across the road from our house. We get her home, set her down on the ground. She immediately climbs one of the huge trees in our yard, about 15 ft up. There are no branches at that height, all of the branches are much farther up, big tree. I am afraid of heights, go get ladder from father in law. I start to go up the ladder, and the cat starts to climb higher, I stop, the cat stops. Well, I ain't going any higher, I climb down off the ladder (about 5 rungs, LOL) and start discussing with my wife what we are going to do. Trouble decides to climb down, face first. Her back paws lose grip and she does a flip off the side of the tree, smacks her face on the top rung of the ladder and starts to fall to the ground. My immediate reaction is "Uh Oh falling cat, must catch" I stick my hand out and actually caught her! Take her to vet for the bleeding lip and get checked out, she is all good. She was very friendly with everyone, rubbing her face on their feet, or nibbling toes, but I was the only one she would let pick her up and carry her around.
I haven't been able to bring myself to get a new cat yet.