Just a couple of pics of my three boys, Frazier, Reese and Noah
Reese, my grey tabby. Reese is a year old, and the most paranoid cat that I have ever met. I attribute ths to his upbringing; unfortunately when I got him I had only ever owned adult cats, and when I was told that he was 8 weeks old by his previous owner I naively believed it. It was only when showing photos to other cat lovers that we discovered that he was probably only 5-6 weeks old. He was a desperately needy baby and used to cry all the time. I also dont think he was fully litter trained or weaned. Nevertheless he is still with us and is a healthy, if very nervous, loveable kitty. Hes the only cat I have ever known to be afraid of a mouse toy with "realistic" squeak (biggest waste of money ever). Im infinitely grateful that Frazier spent so much time playing with him and sleeping with him, and generally filling in where his family should have.
Reese today;
A couple of younger pics;
With his buddy Frazier;
Noah, our newest addition. So far he is very sweet and well-behaved, but Im sure that will change
Already I can see the huge difference the extra time with his mother and siblings has made; he isnt a fraction as clingy as Reese was, and is actually very independent and happy. He met Frazier today, who seemed to take a shine to him and wanted to play; unfortunately having a huge adult cat bounding around at him scared Noah a little and he wasnt up for joining in! Frazier didnt seem to mind, and eventually just left him alone. Reese is typically very shy of anything new, but has come over and had a sniff, which is great for day one.
And last but by no means least - Frazier, my rescue kitty. Frazier came from our local RSPCA branch, having been rescued from a flat where he had been abandoned. My previous cat, Fred, who died around 5 years ago now, was my beloved companion and truly a "perfect" cat in so many ways; Frazier was the exact opposite, and drove me crazy for two weeks before I finally realised how much I loved having him around
He was neutered late in life and is still very "blokey" and burly, but has really mellowed down a lot since coming home (and since the arrival of Reese). Moreso than any other animal I have met Im sure that he is a human reincarnated as a cat. He is scarily intuitive, and also wanders around "muttering" in low trills and purrs. He was the start of our cat crew!
Sadly Frazier is not photogenic and also hates photos, but I have done the best I can;
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