Post a pic of your pet(s)!!

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Been a while since I posted, but more or less just the same ol' same ol'.

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^Hobbes may not be a little baby anymore but he is still the little baby of the house.
 
I've never had cats that would cuddle together. Best I can do is some that would actually groom each other. My current black-and-white fluffball, Chipsie, is apparently a sociopath for any creature not me, and even me she only tolerates when I try to hold her. She does love the ear scratches, and she greets me when I get home for work, she likes to be in the same room I'm in, but she won't sit in my lap or try to snuggle up at night. My newest, Maserati, is still a kitten, not quite a year old, and quite playful. He wants to sleep with me at night, and he yells at me in the mornings about an hour before I want to get up, which is annoying.

But these two together are not peaceful. Chipsie swats and hisses, and Mazzie eventually gives up.

Even the numerous prior cats I've had, however snuggly they are with me, were never snuggly with each other. I really want to see my cats cuddling up together!
 
I've never had cats that would cuddle together. Best I can do is some that would actually groom each other. My current black-and-white fluffball, Chipsie, is apparently a sociopath for any creature not me, and even me she only tolerates when I try to hold her. She does love the ear scratches, and she greets me when I get home for work, she likes to be in the same room I'm in, but she won't sit in my lap or try to snuggle up at night. My newest, Maserati, is still a kitten, not quite a year old, and quite playful. He wants to sleep with me at night, and he yells at me in the mornings about an hour before I want to get up, which is annoying.

But these two together are not peaceful. Chipsie swats and hisses, and Mazzie eventually gives up.

Even the numerous prior cats I've had, however snuggly they are with me, were never snuggly with each other. I really want to see my cats cuddling up together!
The fluffy white one was the adoptive father. Within the first day of little Hobbes being introduced, the hisses were already gone and he went into full parent mode. The first 2 years, Hobbes was attached to Moomoos hip, but has since grown his independence in this last year. They still cuddle from time to time but definitely not as often anymore. Moomoo has always been extremely social, he grew up with a litter of 5, and when I moved, he was introduced to 3 other cats that he got along with perfectly.

In the 6 years that I've had Moomoo, I can count on one hand the amount of times I've heard him hiss. So much so that it just sounds extremely odd to me when the rare occurrence happens. They do, however, get jealous of who gets the attention. I've shifted to giving my oldest more attention lately cus I feel like he thinks that the baby gets all the attention, which isn't too far off because he is extremely needy while Moomoo is fairly independent. It's a double edged sword now because now the young boy is acting up haha.

They definitely are friends though, and Hobbes learned to mimic his brother pretty well.
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Getting Mazzie as a kitten, I was hoping something maternal would kick in with Chipsie. Nope. Whack, hiss, scream. Over time it has developed that he is allowed to approach her, and they even sniff noses before she whacks him. They can even share a sofa or a bed, but not close to each other.

I've never heard Mazzie hiss until last month, when I took them with me to visit she-who-I'd-like-to-be-with-forever, who has six cats of her own, and actually picked another one up from a friend while I was there who may have had a stroke. (The cat, not the friend.) Anyway, Chipsie, being the sociopath that she is would hardly ever leave the room we set up for them, while Mazzie was just one of the boys after only a day. There were a couple of cats that were aggressive to him and he hissed right back, so good boy! He became part of the morning feeding routine, even. I was there a couple of weeks, and during the last 2 or 3 days Chipsie started to venture out and explore, but whenever approached by one of the other cats she high-tailed it back upstairs.

That cat she picked up from her friend was in bad shape the first night, and we didn't expect him to survive. He was breathing OK, eating just a little bit, and drinking water OK, but it was apparent that he'd gone blind, and was clumsy when moving. He made it the night, and spent a couple of days at the vet. When he came home he was significantly better but still in obvious distress. He was eating much better, using the litter box as expected, but still slow in moving, although not so out-of-balance as the first night. We think he can perceive light but we're not sure he can actually see. His hearing seemed OK.
 
Getting Mazzie as a kitten, I was hoping something maternal would kick in with Chipsie. Nope. Whack, hiss, scream. Over time it has developed that he is allowed to approach her, and they even sniff noses before she whacks him. They can even share a sofa or a bed, but not close to each other.

I've never heard Mazzie hiss until last month, when I took them with me to visit she-who-I'd-like-to-be-with-forever, who has six cats of her own, and actually picked another one up from a friend while I was there who may have had a stroke. (The cat, not the friend.) Anyway, Chipsie, being the sociopath that she is would hardly ever leave the room we set up for them, while Mazzie was just one of the boys after only a day. There were a couple of cats that were aggressive to him and he hissed right back, so good boy! He became part of the morning feeding routine, even. I was there a couple of weeks, and during the last 2 or 3 days Chipsie started to venture out and explore, but whenever approached by one of the other cats she high-tailed it back upstairs.

That cat she picked up from her friend was in bad shape the first night, and we didn't expect him to survive. He was breathing OK, eating just a little bit, and drinking water OK, but it was apparent that he'd gone blind, and was clumsy when moving. He made it the night, and spent a couple of days at the vet. When he came home he was significantly better but still in obvious distress. He was eating much better, using the litter box as expected, but still slow in moving, although not so out-of-balance as the first night. We think he can perceive light but we're not sure he can actually see. His hearing seemed OK.
Ive gotten very lucky with these last two cats. They're probably the best cats I've had my whole life, especially in the social aspect. They still do get mad at each other from time to time but most of the time theyre just having fun or hanging out.

Six cats! I act like I'm shocked, meanwhile I'm contemplating getting more, myself hahaha. Glad to know he stood his ground, but also that he's being accepted as well by the others. That's always good to see and definitely would help with their social development as they get older.

Hopefully that little one makes a full recovery. Sounds like its on the road already, so I'm gglad to hear that. I've never had to deal with a blind(ish?) cat before so I can only imagine the attention it would need if so. Seems like its in good hands though and you both have a lot of experience with cats, so hopefully it works out.
 
@wfooshee,
Blindness in cats can be caused by several things.
Most of the cats we see at the clinic that have sight issues have an underlying disease process.
CKD (chronic kidney disease), hyperthyroidism and high blood pressure.
If you haven’t already I’d run a full blood panel and have his blood pressure checked.
1/2 my appointments are checking BP on cats.
Treatment available for it to.
 
He spent several days at the vet with an IV, but only one overnight. She still has him at home, and he's moving around and exploring the house, she says. He can't see, so he's obviously making adjustments to getting around, but he is getting around. The woman she brought the cat home from was a foster, and my friend is a "higher-up" with the fostering agency, so she's doing the fostering now.

Every cat she has started as a foster. Most are hers now, although some are simply hard to place for adoption with various special needs. Three of her six are diabetic, one has something wrong with his leg muscles and can't walk on his feet, he uses the entire lower leg as a foot. Another is fighting cancer and is quite advance in years, although being a feral rescue from years ago, we don't really know how old. Another is a rescue that had been in a fight, maybe with other cats, maybe with dogs or even coyotes.

Here is how Finn, who is also diabetic and takes gets an insulin shot twice a day, walks...


This cat was seen a few times around the neighborhood several years ago, but unapproachable. She finally succeeded in trapping it and brought it inside. It recovered fully, and after two trips to Petsmart on adoption Saturdays, she stopped taking him and adopted him herself. He told her in no uncertain terms that he lived with HER now! His name is Csonka.
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These were in the summer of 2017, and here he is October of that year.
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This is Izzy, the one recovering from the stroke. This was only 3 or 4 days after he came to her house, so he wasn't up and about yet.
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Ginger Tom is a guest of the grounds, but not of the house. He’s served regular mealtimes outside, and is requested not to mingle with our other resident or enter the house. He may use the balcony as is necessary for retreat in inclement weather and such.

He does demand thorough chin scratches in the evenings which leaves me covered in bug bite (from the insects, not Mr Tom) then he has a coat wash on the door mat.

I had him snipped several months ago. He was a juvenile then but he’s grown well since.

The only complaint lodged is by the neighbour’s dog, who moans when Ginger Tom goes for a stroll and a singsong up and down the street.
 
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