Tag Archives: maine coon

NOT a Fat-Ass [posted 5-8-08]

17 Jan

My kitten Gandhi Gus has a certain eccentricity–he only eats dry cat food.  VERY unlike a maine coon!  He won’t touch wet cat food, cat treats, chicken, turkey, or tuna.  It’s very peculiar, especially after having little Bobcat that liked everything and would beg for my food.

Judy gave me some catfish (thanks for feeding me!) and I was cooking it up for dinner and Goose seemed pretty interested.  I thought he might like a little piece of fish.  I held it out and for once, instead of turning his nose up at it, he actually sniffed it.  It was the funniest thing ever—he actually looked like he wanted to vomit–how idiosyncratic!  He seemed to want to try the fish, but he gagged.

I held up a 2nd chunk and, again, he approached and sniffed it like he wanted a taste.  This time a single piece of dry cat food, which had been consumed a half hour before, came up.  I was hysterical with laughter—Gandhi upchucked his dinner after smelling some fish.  Well, I was giggling and mocking Gandhi and he got so mortified that he went into the other room.  What kind of cat can’t eat fish??!

Bye Bye Bob [posted 3-31-08]

17 Jan

Bob cheated death once.  As Terry, said—he used 16 of his 9 lives.  This crazy lung/heart/cancer conundrum took away his personality, and there was no chance of overcoming it. . .  Bob was put to sleep this afternoon.  Here are some of my favorite things about my Buddy-Bob:

Bob was always ornery—I loved his spunk

I didn’t love when Bob peed on furniture, but his persistence did make me smile

How he would DART outside, only to stop and eat grass

He would always scratch crazy things, despite the fact he didn’t have front claws

The way he would pin down Douche’s annoying cat Eris, and beat her til she screamed

How he would sit on the edge of furniture looking like a stuffed animal

The way he would stand up and ask to be picked up

He would always knead incessantly

How funny it was when you would pat his bottom and he would meow—but love it

The crazy look in his eye when he would roll in cat nip

How Bob would always beg for food, like a little fat-ass

How he cheated death and lived through 2 months of fatty liver

The way Bob was disgruntled about medication—he hated it!

How Buddha Bob would make himself gag to avoid force feeding

How Bob would wait until I fell asleep than stretch out on my pillow

The way Bob remembered Dr. Terry even 2 years after she saved his life

How cool it was that Buddha would let you kiss his nose—and ask you to do it

Bob thanked Dr. Terry for saving his life by making himself gag every time he saw her

How Bob refused to eat, drink, or pee at Noah’s Ark, and would rush to do it at home

How Bob had mad-face on even when he was getting euthanized, because he got poked

I loved that cat!