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Turbo

Sep 1st

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Turbo

Turbo

Nicknames: Turbo the Terrible, Turbinator, Turbometer

Our 30 pound Maine Coon kitty is a big ball of… well… fur.

My husband got Turbo a few years ago from a rescue center for Maine Coons. Turbo had been abused, so it took years to get the poor guy accustomed to a happy, domestic life. He’s all in all a pretty good cat. His biggest downfall, however, must be that he doesn’t groom himself.

Perhaps it’s the insanely long fur.

Perhaps it’s because of his girth.

Or, perhaps, he’s just lazy and doesn’t give a damn.

I lean toward the latter. He’s very independent and aloof, and he has his own idea on what he should do. He’s comparable to having a teenager. We have to brush him every day or his fur becomes matted and tangled. When that happens, Paul has to cut the out the mats. Turbo does extraordinarily well when that happens and just lays there, sometimes meowing somberly in protest, eyes wide and ears back, but never biting or scratching.

Same with baths.

He lets us know he doesn’t like it, but the big guy tolerates them. We tell him if he doesn’t want us to groom him, he needs to groom himself… but he never listens. Maybe he secretly likes when we do the grooming, who knows?

He also likes to play in water, which is a habit we have worked hard to finally break. I got tired of constantly cleaning paw prints off the floor.

You can normally find Turbo on the back of the couch, lounging lazily under the weak heat of the table lamp, sometimes twitching with relaxation as he dozes. When it’s time to eat, he usually waits until the other cats have had their fill before sauntering casually to the food bowl, plopping down, and enjoying his meal in peace without the other cats nudging their way in.

Turbo is one of the smartest cats I have ever known and pretty cool to be around, even for a cat.

Even when he insists on being King of the House by SITTING ON THE OTHER CATS when they steal his seats.

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Andrew

Aug 29th

Posted by Jen in Pets

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andrew

Andrew's standard position

Nicknames: Landru (after a machine character on Star Trek), Banana

Andrew is… Andrew. 

Unique.

 I have never known another cat like him. I swear he thinks he’s a human. He sits like human, meows and carries on conversations as if he was human. He even GRUNTS. Like a fat, content human.

He is a kind soul who loves to be the center of attention and loves to be petted. I bought Andrew, along with his litter mate Kayli, from an adoption center when he was 3 months old. He is a flabby tabby who walks with a pronounced waddle with fur as soft as velvet. He has a tail like a feather duster, eyes with human emotions pouring out from them, and a large-capacity voice box.

When he’s “talking” to me, his voice changes pitch as if he thinks he’s actually speaking English to me. It’s hard for him to hold his head still when focusing on something; it invariably wobbles from side-to-side.

He’s not exactly the brightest star in the sky.  If I tell him “No,” he’ll look at me for a few seconds, head slightly tilted as if to ask, “but why not?” Then he’ll get distracted and completely forget that he wasn’t supposed to be doing whatever it was that he was doing. You can’t help but love him for it. Everyone loves Andrew.

He doesn’t bother with Nathan much. He’ll occasionally come around, sniff Nathan’s foot inquisitively… ask him a couple questions then walk off. But, if Paul and I dare to be caught showing affection to each other and not Andrew, he’ll march in, sit down, and meow plaintively until we say “No, Andrew!” He’ll usually grunt with dissatisfaction but forgets all about it as soon as something else piques his interest.

Like SPINNING AROUND IN CIRCLES.

He is quite the character.

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