Skip to main content

Living with Cats - Introducing Loki and Leia

Oh yeah, I am going there and when I type there, I mean really there. I have two cats. Well, I had three but we recently lost our twelve year old Luna girl (RIP sweet angel). We have Loki (a three year old pure bred Bengal) and Leia (an adopted shelter two year old siamese mix).

Leia is a sweetheart and yes, she was named after Princess Leia from Star Wars (full blown nerds in this household). She is a bit timid and often afraid of her own shadow. We don't know why. We adopted her from the shelter when she was 8 weeks old and before that she was in foster care since she was 2 days old so all we can think of is it's just her temperament. She loves her people, but hides when she hears the gardeners, a knock on the door or herself fart. Seriously, she spooks easily.

Loki, he is a whole different ball game. Bengal cats are high maintenance, full of energy, and require attention pretty much twenty-four seven. We knew that before we bought him. Trust me ladies and gents, I did my homework. I've wanted a Bengal cat since I was eight years old (got him when I was 33) so, I truly knew what I was getting in to.

Even with all my research. Even being as prepared as I was. Even with the patience of a saint. Okay, maybe not the last one. I was ready!! I picked him up when he was eight weeks old and let me just say:

I haven't slept since.

You think I am lying.

My three year old human child doesn't keep me on my toes as much as this cat.

Oh, and it isn't a training issue. Little fur man is trained. He definitely knows better. He is a cat, he just doesn't care. Let me give you some of his nicknames so you have an idea:

Loki No (I think he is convinced this is his real name, as in, LokiNo), Loki Get Down, So Help Me God, Lord Have Mercy, Don't Even Think About, Loki Get the F**K Down, Oh No You Didn't, Don't You Look At Me Like That, ect...

I could go on but they get a bit more vulgar and curse wordy. Now, don't get me wrong, I love him to bits. He is an arse, but he is my arse and I love him. He makes us laugh every day. He has brought a joy into our lives we have not experienced with an animal before. He is silly, emotional, smart, fun and talkative (seriously he can meow up a storm).

I often wonder if he is a reincarnated human in a cat's body. The way he looks and listens when I talk to him can be disturbing at times. The way he can be so emotional and temperamental means he must have obviously been a woman in a previous life.

Anyhoo, the purpose of this post is to introduce them properly to all of you. I will be posting about their antics more in an attempt to practice the comedy side of my writing. They (Loki in particular) seem to be the perfect specimen for that.

Hope you all have a wonderful Monday. =)

Bonnie Rae

P.S.

Here is a little video of an exciting evening with them. Riveting, I promise =P


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Hiatus Over & Why I Was Gone So Long

I am going to sum up my hiatus with one adorable picture:

No, I wasn't just distracted by his cuteness. This little dude suffered a terrible spinal injury while being micro-chipped. No one was at fault. The accident was simply a freak accident. Tragic, but rare and totally a freak thing. Surgery was done and I can say he is recovering well. But, his healing process is a long one and I have never worked with or rehabilitated a partially paralyzed animal before. This is a first for me and I am learning so much.  My shelter is so lucky to have such an amazing and talented vet staff.

I also want to thank the human mom of Waverly McTinybeans for all her advice and taking the time to give it. I know she is a super busy lady and I appreciated every tip.

I have spoken to multiple vets, RVT's and watched every youtube video I could find to help give this guy the best physical therapy I am able. He starts acupuncture sessions next week and little by little he makes progress. His left si…

Introducing a New Cat into a Household

Fostering the Drive

To say I have been busy is an understatement. I have a good excuse. Let me show you:




I have been fostering bottle baby kittens.

I struggled with many things in my life except this. Other than motherhood (which shocked me) I took to fostering right away. Long ago I wanted to travel the world, be a successful writer, and get rich off my crafty etsy side. I dabbled in some of those and quickly realized that I wasn't good at them. I never seemed to have the dedication or the drive to push me further. The will to keep going forward even on the hardest days. But, saving neonate kittens clicked with me. My soul stopped wandering. I no longer search for the legacy I will leave behind. I understand now that saving animals, especially cats has always been my calling.

I still have a long way to go in my journey but I will advocate for these little souls. I will fight to help them have the best start in life and I will learn everything I can as a feline behaviorist to campaign for the rights…