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| Name: |
Teddy
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Age: |
Three years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Tabby
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| Home: |
Turlock, California, USA
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We
got Teddy when he was trapped at California State
University, Stanislaus (Turlock, CA) by the Campus Cat Coalition. He was
brought to our house in a huge cage. We might have thought we had rescued him
from a life of a stray, but he thought different. The hissing and growling
and snarling that came out of that teeny three-month-old cat was unnerving.
After a few days in the cage and our continued talking to him, petting him,
and more importantly, feeding him, he started to get used to us. That was
over three years ago and he is now a very loving and cuddly boy. For a
completely wild kitty, he has socialized very well.
He still gets a little crazed though. He sometimes gets
into fights with his own tail when he is up on his perch. When his tail gets
the better of him he jumps down and tears through the house bouncing off the
walls. My hubby says cats just have bad tail days. In the process of these
tail fights he would often knock over his perch scaring the daylights out of
me. We finally nailed it to the floor. Teddy doesn't like that much. He liked
knocking it over, getting an adrenalin rush when he would barely get out of
the way when it fell.
Teddy doesn't get much people food, but he does like his
coffee. Every morning I have to watch him closely because he will sneak sips
of my coffee by dipping his paw into my cup. He does the same with cola and
tea. I may have allowed him to become a caffeine addict. Could explain the
tail fights. I also get to share yogurt with him. His favorite is vanilla,
which he could eat a gallon of if I would let him. One morning when I was
eating cereal he very politely asked if he could have a taste. He daintily
took a little bite then stomped off telling me I should eat something more
nutritious than Frosted Flakes. He also added we should switch to
Starbucks.
Teddy is strictly an indoor cat. However, we took him
outside one day after we had put down new sod. When he got into the grass he
was horrified by the feel of it, lifting his paws way up high trying to avoid
touching it. He went streaking back into the house and started to bathe. He
licked his paws, then his tummy, then back to his paws, then his face. He
didn't know what to wash first that yucky grass was so stinky. Of course,
that was all done after he rolled in the dust.
Teddy sleeps with me, starting out curled up under my chin.
He started doing that when he was little and sees no reason why it would be
uncomfortable for me now that he is grown. After I start snoring he moves
down to sleep on my feet. When he hears the coffee pot start up in the
morning he starts tromping all over me to get me up. "I want my coffee,
mommie!"
When I had surgery on my foot last year and had to stay in
bed for a few days, Teddy decided it was his job to make sure I did. He
wedged himself full length along my bad leg with one paw on my bandaged foot.
He would meow very sternly if I moved around too much. He barely left my room
while I was recuperating. He had to make sure my hubby was taking good care
of me.
When he decides I have been on the computer long enough, he
jumps up on my desk and sprawls out over all my papers and books, ever so
slowly nudging things off onto the floor. Stop it, Teddy, now look what
you've done. You are going to break that lamp! No, don't tear up my calendar.
Don't eat tape, your insides will stick together.
OK, I guess I'd better get of this com...
OK, I had to reboot after Teddy hit cont+alt+delete.
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