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Cats

Halloween day 2014 when I first saw Trix on my back walkway to my shop.
Wife got her milk and then she jumped in my lap. Stayed for a while then ran off.
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Next day here she is again.
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Been here ever since !
 
Wow, he looks much younger! Does he only eat wet food and mice?
He eats prescription kibble for kidney issues. It seems to really be holding it in check. He also eats some wet food a lot of nights. He weighed in under 10lbs at the vet a couple of months ago, and he's green lighted to eat as much as he wants to keep his weight up. He lives a life of leisure indoors and only comes outside on the deck with us from time to time. He likes to eat and throw up the plants out there, which is why I put them up when he's out there.

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This is my oldest calico, I called it bionic because of the stitched together look.
Her name is LucyFurr. The pic is from 2013 when she was brought to me by a neighbor kid, someone left her at the park and she was almost ran over and the kid grabbed her and brought her over. I’m friends with his dad and he knew I would take her, she’s up in age now but was meowing outside my door right before I started to type this.
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The other calico’s are actually street cats that come by for food but aren’t really mine. Maybe I’ll get pics of em tomorrow.
 
This is my oldest calico, I called it bionic because of the stitched together look.
Her name is LucyFurr. The pic is from 2013 when she was brought to me by a neighbor kid, someone left her at the park and she was almost ran over and the kid grabbed her and brought her over. I’m friends with his dad and he knew I would take her, she’s up in age now but was meowing outside my door right before I started to type this.
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The other calico’s are actually street cats that come by for food but aren’t really mine. Maybe I’ll get pics of em tomorrow.
You’re a good person, like many here to adopt a needing cat! I love hearing these stories of compassion
 
A breeder once told me a calico male is worth lots of $$$$

A male calico would be a hermaphrodite*.
XXY chromosomes.
Almost genetically impossible but does happen.
0.02-0.05%
Plus, the odds of both the Red color gene and the black color gene being present.

*There is another condition, even less documented where an animal receives two copies of chromosomes.
A male would have an XY set and another XY set.
If one set had the red gene and the other set had the black gene, this could cause a male calico.

So- SUPER rare, almost 0% chance.
 
Just picked up a fresh little guy. The committee voted and he's Tucker.
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A reminder that I should give the car a couple of slaps as I get into it. It can be the wheel well like this or the engine compartment.
Yeah it has to be a really dumb or ill cat that doesn’t notice and run from the sound of the door opening but it happens
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Time to revive the thread.
So even though I live in the actual arctic of Canada, my wife and I have a small place in Mexico where we spend a few months every year. It’s not as extravagant as it sounds. But it’s ours and we like it.
Cats here have a hard life. Most things, including people do. Cats and dogs are regarded the same way as mice or rats in Canada or the U.S.
One time we found an amazing cat living in the roof of our palopa. Chika. She now lives with us in Northern Canada.
Our vet rescues cats; she had a mom and baby that were caught up in a flood and hurt and traumatized. Someone adopted the mom but for some reason nobody wanted the kitten. He does have PTSD but he is a sweetheart. We brought him back and he is living the good life in northern Canada with our daughter.
There was a beautiful little female cat here that bonded with me. I could be away for six or seven months and she would recognize me as soon as I showed up. We planned to take her back, brought a travel cage for her and everything. Two days before I got here ******** poisoned her. I was devastated.
Our vet here rescues dozens and dozens of animals. There is no return in it for her and it is a lot of expense and heartbreak. There was another mass poisoning here but she managed to rescue a few. All but two were adopted out. She had this old guy, Negrito, or Nito for short. Nobody wanted him and he was at the vet clinic for several months. He has had a rough life. One fang is broken. His tail has been broken and healed crooked. He’s old.
So since Linda and I were going to adopt a cat anyway we took him.
He is a sweet, wise, calm old guy. He is beautiful, and his scars add to that.
Happy to have him.
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My daughter sent me a video of her two kittens experiencing snow for the first time a couple of days ago. They didn't understand but they were curious. They were taking big giant steps.
 
I clearly remember the first time my childhood cat was exposed to snow.

20 pound orange tabby.

Shot straight up about 3 feet, convulsed a bit, landed and then slowly backed out of it.

After that, he liked it.
 
Time to revive the thread.
So even though I live in the actual arctic of Canada, my wife and I have a small place in Mexico where we spend a few months every year. It’s not as extravagant as it sounds. But it’s ours and we like it.
Cats here have a hard life. Most things, including people do. Cats and dogs are regarded the same way as mice or rats in Canada or the U.S.
One time we found an amazing cat living in the roof of our palopa. Chika. She now lives with us in Northern Canada.
Our vet rescues cats; she had a mom and baby that were caught up in a flood and hurt and traumatized. Someone adopted the mom but for some reason nobody wanted the kitten. He does have PTSD but he is a sweetheart. We brought him back and he is living the good life in northern Canada with our daughter.
There was a beautiful little female cat here that bonded with me. I could be away for six or seven months and she would recognize me as soon as I showed up. We planned to take her back, brought a travel cage for her and everything. Two days before I got here ******** poisoned her. I was devastated.
Our vet here rescues dozens and dozens of animals. There is no return in it for her and it is a lot of expense and heartbreak. There was another mass poisoning here but she managed to rescue a few. All but two were adopted out. She had this old guy, Negrito, or Nito for short. Nobody wanted him and he was at the vet clinic for several months. He has had a rough life. One fang is broken. His tail has been broken and healed crooked. He’s old.
So since Linda and I were going to adopt a cat anyway we took him.
He is a sweet, wise, calm old guy. He is beautiful, and his scars add to that.
Happy to have him.View attachment 1958198View attachment 1958199
Well thanks for all the ones you save, for whatever reason I like seeing I'm not the only car guy who bends over backwards to help out critters.

What is the process to immigrate an animal into Canada? Sometimes I talk about it with friends like if we had to relocate in some unrealistic scenario and we always wonder how we would handle our animals.
 
Time to revive the thread.
So even though I live in the actual arctic of Canada, my wife and I have a small place in Mexico where we spend a few months every year. It’s not as extravagant as it sounds. But it’s ours and we like it.
Cats here have a hard life. Most things, including people do. Cats and dogs are regarded the same way as mice or rats in Canada or the U.S.
One time we found an amazing cat living in the roof of our palopa. Chika. She now lives with us in Northern Canada.
Our vet rescues cats; she had a mom and baby that were caught up in a flood and hurt and traumatized. Someone adopted the mom but for some reason nobody wanted the kitten. He does have PTSD but he is a sweetheart. We brought him back and he is living the good life in northern Canada with our daughter.
There was a beautiful little female cat here that bonded with me. I could be away for six or seven months and she would recognize me as soon as I showed up. We planned to take her back, brought a travel cage for her and everything. Two days before I got here ******** poisoned her. I was devastated.
Our vet here rescues dozens and dozens of animals. There is no return in it for her and it is a lot of expense and heartbreak. There was another mass poisoning here but she managed to rescue a few. All but two were adopted out. She had this old guy, Negrito, or Nito for short. Nobody wanted him and he was at the vet clinic for several months. He has had a rough life. One fang is broken. His tail has been broken and healed crooked. He’s old.
So since Linda and I were going to adopt a cat anyway we took him.
He is a sweet, wise, calm old guy. He is beautiful, and his scars add to that.
Happy to have him.View attachment 1958198View attachment 1958199
Sure looks content >
 
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