The one with the cats

First, I should apologize for the minor cursing in the post from yesterday. It was uncalled for, plus my mother MIGHT have called me about it. So there’s that.

Now on to something completely different….Cats. Specifically my three cats: Ty, Allie (aka Alegria Mocha), and Georgia (aka Georgia Pussapotomas). All three are rescues and we love them. Unless they (ahem Allie) are trying to kill us.

Pretty much SPOT on.

Pretty much SPOT on. AGAIN sorry for the language in this one (Mom)!

Ty who I sometimes call Tyrion Lanniscat, because it amuses me, is our oldest at 10 or 11 years old. He’s also cost us the most monies. He had feline bartonella which cost a pretty penny to get tested for AND the meds were fun to attempt to give him. Yeah imagine two adults, one to hold the cat, the other to shove the dropper down his throat to make sure he got it. That was “good times”.

Recently he was diagnosed with hyper thyroid.¬†How did we know something was up? He was being more of a jerk to his sisters than usual. Plus throwing up everywhere. So now it’s cheese wrapped pills for him. Again, good times. I think this is also when I started calling him Tyrion Laniscat. Ty does have some awesome qualities. He LOVES to snuggle. Plus when he purrs, he PURRS. Boy does he love to sing us the song of his people.

Who know what this man is up to really? (source

Who know what this man is up to really? (source

He looks a little evil here.

He looks a little evil here. Also pay no attention to Georgia’s rear end.

I must say the similarities are uncanny!

Now his sister Allie was adopted on the same day as Ty. So you know we figured there would be little hissing if they both came to live with us on the same day. Bahahaha! Ok I feel better now. Yeah the hissing was intense. It was all coming from Allie. Ty is by far the MOST relaxed cat I have ever met. Allie on the other hand whines or loudly mews when you so much as look at her, let alone try to *gasp* pick her up! She’s cost us the least amount of extra monies. However, that two weeks she was in heat (because you can’t get them fixed when they’re in heat) somewhere around our fourth week of having here was NOT the most fun we’ve ever had. Please spay and neuter your pets.

Allie reminds me a lot of Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon. Mostly because of the attitude and the fact that she is missing part of a fang. It’s really cute when she isn’t whining.

I get this look A LOT! (source

I get this look A LOT! (source



Finally, we have the baby of the bunch. Funny thing is Georgia is probably the biggest of the cats. But she’s also scared of life. The only people she’s super comfy with is me and my hubbins. The rest of the time she’s kind of like OMG THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE HOUSE!, RUN AND HIDE! Yeah that is fun right there. She also has the most toes of all our cats. Which makes for litter clean-up fun every time she get out of the box. Her nickname is Shovel Paws McGee.

I will say she is a good little kitten (I know she’s two, whatever). She loves to snuggle ¬†attack my feet at night. Georgia also enjoys people food like crazy. My hubbins feels she’s the most special of our cats and not in a nice way. More like in an Ed way from The Lion King.

Actually, I feel this is an accurate representation of all our cats: Ty=Banzai, Allie=Shenzi, and's like that. (source

Actually, I feel this is an accurate representation of all our cats: Ty=Banzai, Allie=Shenzi, and Georgia=Ed…it’s like that. (source

My hubbins and I love these three crazy furballs even if Allie tries to kill us with the flop and roll at our feet in the dark. Even when Ty pukes on the rug three inches from the kitchen floor. And yes even when Georgia (the cat of many toes) hits the litter box just as you finished scooping. Fact of the matter is they’re ours as much as we’re theirs. While they may be crazy, they sure are lovable. Other fact…when it comes time for them to head to that great big litter box in the sky I will be one hot mess.

But until that time I will give them the best their nine lives have to offer them. Now if you’ll excuse me someone must be cutting an onion nearby…