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| Name: |
Fister
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Age: |
Six years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
European orange tabby
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| Home: |
Copenhagen, Denmark
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Fister's
first year was tough. He was born wild in our back yard,
where his mother had been living for the past 6-7 years. When we
got back from our vacation, his mother had given birth to two
kittens, but it took us 3-4 days to find them - she had hidden
them on a narrow beam behind the dust bins, and had to move them
every time the dustmen came. We then built two houses for them -
and the other male cat in the yard, which they immediately moved
into. His mother unfortunately got very sick last Easter and had
to be put down. After about a year, we decided to try and get
Fister to live with us. My husband tried to get him into a box
but ended up in hospital with his hands bitten to the bone, so we
thought we'd better let Fister decide when!
We're on the first floor and we slowly enticed him further up the
backstairs each day. After 4 years of extreme patience, he has
more or less taken over, but still visits the yard to check
everything out. His favorite places are: our bed, under our bed,
under the wardrobe, in his own bed, in the armchair, on the
windowsill and on the bathroom floor. He has his set routines
every day, often spending hours studying the drain in the
bathroom. His latest habit is to lay next to the computer just
under the lamp - his own little sun, while my husband is working.
In the evenings, if we're watching TV in bed, he will come up and
make himself comfortable, always leaning on my husband. When we
go to sleep, the minute I lay my head on the pillow, he will come
over and give me a head bump, lay behind my head and purr a
goodnight song. In the morning he is polite enough not to wake us
up, but he will stand by our heads and watch us. One night I
caught him drinking tea out of my cup on the bedside table, so
now he has his own glass of water in the corner of our bedroom,
where we can hear him slurping several times at night. Fister
really hates going to the cat pension when we go on holiday and
it is very difficult to get him into his transport box without
sedating him. Once, when we came to collect him, he escaped and
the foolish man who cornered him ended up being taken to hospital
in an ambulance, badly mauled. But now he will let us lift him
from one room to the other without any scratches.
A few months back, he got into a fight with a new aggressive male
cat in the yard (who has not showed up since) and we discovered
two of his teeth had come loose, so off to the vet -
unfortunately he had to have them removed and a good cleaning as
well - no more bad breath! Just recently, we found out that he
had problems going to his litterbox, so off to the vet again with
bladderstones. He was fully sedated and flushed through and is
now back home on a dry food Prescription diet S/D. We think Fister
has been very brave about all this, since he is really just a
shy, sweet, loving cat!
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