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Between me and my fiancé, we have a total of cats. Before we met, he had three. One that is his, Goldie, and two that he was taking care of for a friend til he comes home from college, Gus and Buster. And I had my two, Raccoon and Snowball. Even though we claim all five cats as ours, both of ours, I talk about my two that I had initially more often.
Raccoon and Snowball are sibling Turkish Angoras. I helped the mother give birth to them. When little Raccoon was born, he was the runt, and was having trouble getting out of the amniotic sac. So I rushed to help him, which of course meant that he got my scent before his real mother's. Later on, when I was choosing the two out of the five in the litter that I would take, I was actually going to take Snowball and another cat that looked identical to her, except one tiny dot on the head. Raccoon was having none of that, and demanded that I take him instead. He crawled up on my shoulder and buried his head in my hair and just laid there.
Now, eight years later, he is a huge (as in body size, not overweight by any means) cat that you would never except to have EVER been a runt. He has three legs from an accident he got in five years ago. He fought his hardest to make it, and is happier and healthier than ever now.
And Snowball is a solid white, longhair, blue eyed, deaf, beautiful cat. She is very sweet. When she plays, she always keeps her claws in to make sure never to accidentally scratch me, and licks instead of bites. It's funny to watch, and so sweet that she is making sure not to accidentally hurt her mama.
She likes to wander off by herself around the house, and she will "talk"to herself. Since she was born deaf and has no concept of what is thinking vs meowing out loud, we will suddenly hear a LOUD meow.
They are my world, my kids, and they light up my life.
Attached is a picture of them both. I combined this picture because I like how they are both smiling from neck scratches.
Raccoon and Snowball are sibling Turkish Angoras. I helped the mother give birth to them. When little Raccoon was born, he was the runt, and was having trouble getting out of the amniotic sac. So I rushed to help him, which of course meant that he got my scent before his real mother's. Later on, when I was choosing the two out of the five in the litter that I would take, I was actually going to take Snowball and another cat that looked identical to her, except one tiny dot on the head. Raccoon was having none of that, and demanded that I take him instead. He crawled up on my shoulder and buried his head in my hair and just laid there.
Now, eight years later, he is a huge (as in body size, not overweight by any means) cat that you would never except to have EVER been a runt. He has three legs from an accident he got in five years ago. He fought his hardest to make it, and is happier and healthier than ever now.
And Snowball is a solid white, longhair, blue eyed, deaf, beautiful cat. She is very sweet. When she plays, she always keeps her claws in to make sure never to accidentally scratch me, and licks instead of bites. It's funny to watch, and so sweet that she is making sure not to accidentally hurt her mama.
She likes to wander off by herself around the house, and she will "talk"to herself. Since she was born deaf and has no concept of what is thinking vs meowing out loud, we will suddenly hear a LOUD meow.
They are my world, my kids, and they light up my life.
Attached is a picture of them both. I combined this picture because I like how they are both smiling from neck scratches.