Now I had just lost my cat “Perty” to old age and it had been about 6 months since I had a cat. This little kitten almost had the exact same markings as Perty and I had to rescue him.

The crazy thing is that this kitten had apparently held on to this car somewhere in the motor for over a 45 minute drive! I had asked the girl at work who owned the car that Kahlua was found under and she told me that her neighbor’s cat had kittens.

Well Kahlua proved to be one that could hang on to almost anything! I remember one night he was sleeping behind my head on top of the couch and he fell, I got up thinking this poor kitten just fell to the floor and to my surprise, he was hanging on to the back of the couch!

This was not the last time I would see him hanging around. One night I heard a scary crazy clawing sound on my backdoor and there in the window is Kahlua hanging onto the rim of the glass!

Kahlua does this whenever he wants to come in, he doesn’t meow like regular cats, he climbs the door to look in and he can hang there for a good bit! This cat has also become like a 3rd dog to us.

We have this trail that goes into the woods that we walk our Akita and Bulldog and hike it and right behind us is Kahlua! If I go down to the garden, here comes Kahlua, he will follow us where ever we go as if he was one of the dogs!

My kitten, a big orange tiger cat, had the coolest, calmest eyes. Bold orange stripes criss-crossed his long lanky frame, and yellow-green eyes peered out from under half closed lids. Tigger became his name, since I was worried that if we named him Tiger, he would begin to pounce with real intent.

Tigger was always into something as a small kitten. He would frequently worm his way under our bathroom door, and join me in the shower. I’ll never forget the day he realized he was too big to fit under the door any longer.

I heard the most distressed howl issue from him, and jumped out of the shower to rescue my poor, very upset, kitty. From that day forward, if I went to shower, I had to find Tigger first and invite him in.

The times I could not find him, he would wait for me, by the door, usually sticking his long front legs under the door just to let me know he was there, and waiting for me.

Tigger grew to be a very large cat. Our vet thought he must have had some Maine Coon Cat in his bloodlines. As Tigger aged, he became more demanding, and continued to be filled with character and surprises.

His other “trick” was to encourage me to feed him- faster. Tigger was tall enough that he could stretch his front paws up onto the counter in the kitchen, and feel around for his food.

If I was too slow in opening the cans, he would try to swipe them from my hand. If all else failed, he resorted to loud yowling at me, and continually swatting my behind.

Tigger was a cherished member of the household for many years. I have met many other cats since him, but somehow, none seemed to have his unique quality for mischief. It has been almost 20 years since Tigger passed away, and I still miss him.

It took a lot of begging, and it was well worth it. “Wishy” didn’t seem very smart, but he did prove himself to be cunning. Most days I would come home from work to find one of the drawers open in my bedroom chest.

I knew that I had not gone out for the day and left it open, yet it kept happening over and over. It was always the same drawer – the one where I kept my lingerie.

One day my routine was interrupted, and I was home a little later than usual. I came into the bedroom to find Aloysius examining that chest of drawers intently, so I backed out of the room and stood where I could see his reflection in the mirror.

He jumped up from the floor and clung to the bottom of the lingerie drawer by his claws. His weight pulled the drawer, and it locked open! He released his grip and dropped to the floor, then jumped on the bed.

From there, it was an easy leap inside the drawer for a nap in the middle of my nice soft lingerie! The chest of drawers was old and distressed, so I never noticed the damage my cat had done by hanging from the drawer by his claws.

Once I caught him in the act, it was easy to see where he had done the deed many times in the past. So much for my not-very-smart cat! He had taught himself a very useful trick in order to gain the nicest sleeping spot in the house.

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I said ohh you are getting rid of him she said let me go ask my son and he came out and told him if I wanted him to pick him up and take him home don’t stand around with him so I took him home and the next day I went and got his litter and stuff he needed.

My boyfriend came home and fell in love with him. His name is Snowie and he was already named that because he is pure white. He is def lazy and loves to lie in the window and sleep or sleep in my tub.

He will sit in the kitchen and push his dish around and knock out his water and if his food dish starts to become empty where u can see the bottom but still food in then he will meeow for more.

The other cat is a male and his name is Horus. He was named after the ancient Egyptian god with the falcon head. He does think he is a god. He has managed to achieve the weight of 17 pounds although I think he lost some weight this summer.

Both cats know when it’s time for food. There is no sleeping in for me. Nila often settles herself on top of me and takes a nap. Horus has figured out that I’ll wake up if he rattles the blinds.

They love to lick each other, but then they start a fight which Horus usually looses. My kitchen window looks out into a courtyard and there are people that pass by.

Nila sits at that window and when I’m outside she mews, but the mew is very soft. I can barely hear it.

Horus loves dogs and this bothers Nila who hates them. Both cats have a way of finding cubby holes for taking naps. My closet is one of their favorites. There is also the towel cupboard in the bathroom.

They like to open the kitchen cupboards and walk around. I suspect that Horus goes into the cupboard under the sink to sniff the bleach bottle. I didn’t think that cats could fart until I got these two. Horus was the worst.

When he was a kitten he was very small and I was surprised that he could make that much stink. They don’t have as much as a gas problem as they once did. I still hear an occasional toot out of Horus. If Nila is still gaseous, she hides it well.

He is black and white domestic shorthair and weighs approximately 14 pounds. When I first brought him home he was a little skittish so we named him Skitter.

Another good name for him would be Slinky. When he is frightened he slinks along the floor/ground and if he gets really scared he runs straight for his food dish! When he’s not being afraid he is limp as a dish rag.

You can hold him on his back and play him like an accordion. Everyone that comes to my house can’t believe how limp he gets. Once I put a harness on him and it was hilarious.

At first he just fell over and when he finally figured out he could stand the only direction he would go was backwards. He also likes to play with a laser light.

His favorite treat is the little dab of milk that’s leftover in the bowl after I have cereal. He is a very loving cat and begins to purr if you so much as say his name. When he wants outside he will claw on my chair but not use his claws, just uses his paws to get his message across.

If I pat my chest he will jump up into my arms and roll over on his back for a belly rub. He also likes to be patted real hard on the belly and then he’ll rabbit kick my hand and grab my arm with his front paws and act like he’s going to bite but he just barely puts any pressure on my arm. He’s a great cat and is one of a kind.

I named him Bindi after The Crocidile Hunter’s daughter. When I first got him he was very timid and for the first 2 days he hide. He finally came out with some coaxing but he won’t give any affection to anyone but me although he will play with my friend.

He is still timid and is very easygoing. He is a black and gray tabby with a bib. He is good at getting the treat container and opening the lid. He is 1 year old and is up to 14 pounds.

I recently lost my own cat to cancer just 3 months earlier. I told my husband that if we come back tomorrow and he his still there, I would take him back to Chicago.

The restaurant owner said that those cats belong to the horse stable where they have kittens every spring and sometimes they die in the cold winter. We came back the next day and the kitten wasn’t there.

We ate and left the restaurant and to my absolute pleasure, the kitten was sitting right by the passenger door of the truck.

We were in Auburn County Wisconsin, so I named my new baby, Auburn or Aubie. He was a hand full. I had always adopted adult cats, so this was my first kitten. He climbed the walls, slept in the dirt of my potted plants, jumped in the air to play ball, fetched and was all around mischievous.

He is 12 years old now and has slowed down a bit. He is one of the best things that ever happened to me. We kind of grew up together. He is my baby boy cat.

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