I’ll take any excuse to look at pictures of other people’s pets and post photos of my own! [B]:[/B]D
Three years ago, in June of 2007, I walked into my local shelter with the intention of adopting a cat… and adopt a cat I did! This is Dixon, the day my boyfriend and I brought him home:
He was approximately three months old at this time. I had to wait a day before I could take him home with me because he had not yet been neutered. (He was at the shelter only a few days before I fell in love with him. It’s shelter policy to spay and neuter all pets before they’re adopted out.) His ears were freakin’ [I]satellites[/I] atop his head and his tail was ridiculously and adorably long. (I’ve never seen a dog chase its tail but I’ve seen Dixon pounce on his own tail! He played with it constantly when he was a kitten.) However, he was generally pretty small:
After all, he fit on my chest! (He would climb up my torso and curl up on my chest. It was cute but very uncomfortable.)
I think he was separated from his mother at a very early age because he developed an oral fixation. He licks any exposed area of my skin for prolonged periods of time and chews on [I]everything[/I]:
This is problematic when it comes to my knitting. He’s not a wool sucker (luckily!) but he does love chewing on my yarn. He paws at my yarn and stuffs it in his face when he catches it. If he doesn’t chew right through it, he just leaves it sopping wet. (Ew.) Here he watches as I photograph a WIP (with the yarn safely placed out of his reach):
Because he’s castrated, he’s in a perpetual state of kittenhood. He loves affection and attention (he cuddles with me every single morning) and can be very talkative. He’s very playful… which makes for a lousy mouse-catcher:
Rather than attacking his prey, he plays with it. My boyfriend and I have to be our own mouse-catchers.
Also? He’s [B]HUGE[/B] now!
(For perspective, I’m 5’4" and 130 lbs. I have no idea how big he is… but his body is at least as long as my torso.)
He has grown into his ears but his tail is still comically long. I sometimes call him “Question Mark” when he gallops to the door to greet me, with his long tail standing upright in a curved shape.
I love my Dixon and I can’t imagine my life without him