After a lifetime of wanting, a childhood of begging, and a young-adulthood of renting, I now own my own house and… gosh darnit, I got myself a cat. I wasn’t sure if I wanted a kitten or a cat, one or two, etc etc… I had the idea that I think tuxedo cats are the most attractive, I had the idea that it would be better to get a kitten so I could raise it right, I had the idea that I wanted the cat declawed…
Then I browsed my way to the local Humane Society, and everything I thought went out the window.
It was love at first sight. An hour after I first saw her picture, I was at the shelter meeting her, and the next day I took her home for good. Pudding is 3.5 years old, had been at the shelter for five months, has all her claws and is staying that way, and… has only one eye. I think she’s just wonderful.
Dear all: please consider getting an adult cat from a shelter, next time you want a kitty. Pudding is the sweetest, smartest, calmest, cuddliest, most beautiful cat I’ve ever met in my whole life. I haven’t the foggiest idea how she could have been at the shelter for five months and nobody wanted her; apparently we were just fated to be together.
Aww, it’s like she’s winking at you. When people ask you her name you can tell them “Puddin’ 'n Tain, ask me again I’ll tell you the same.”
I completely agree about older cats. Mine was also 3 1/2 years old when I brought her home. Now she’s been here 12 years and I’ve loved almost every minute of it. Hairballs I could do with out.
Aw, good kitty. She looks pleased to have found Her People.
I adopted my cats (Smokie and The Bandit) from a yard sale where the owners were moving. They were about 3 at the time (that was gasp 11 years ago). They would have been in the local shelter within 3 days if I hadn’t taken them.
Smokie is the sweetest, snuggliest kitty ever ever ever, and he loves me the Mostest. Every day when I get home from school he has to sit in my lap for a few minutes. Both follow me from room to room to chill near me, and sleep in my bed at night snuggled up against me. When you’re sick in bed, Bandit will sit with you and keep you company all day.
Smokie’s deaf now but when he could hear I spent an entire winter teaching him to “sit” and get a treat Bandit was my control group. He just got a treat.
I guess the photo in the first link is from the Humane Society ad? It’s rather… artfully arranged, isn’t it? “Please consider this lovely cat for adoption. Notice her fine profile, and what a beautiful deep blue her visible eye is. By the way, we selected this photo of her purely at random. She’s so lovably coy about being photographed that she just wouldn’t look directly at the camera, and there’s no other reason, honest.”
The photo was done for the humane society by some college art students, and yes–artfully arranged. When I saw her picture, then saw that she had been in the shelter for five months, I was gobsmacked and called them to ask what was wrong with her. And they did tell me.
She’s still gorgeous, though. She has an exceptionally adorable face . And she was at the shelter for five months without being euthanized because she’s sooooooo sweet.
The name “Pudding” will stay, as it’s my idea. She was called something else before. I got it from “Puddy Tat,” morphing to Puddin’, then Pudding.
Puddin’ is my generic endearment for my cats, my dog, and any children that happen to wander into my life. It started with Molly (the calico in this picture,) who got nick-named Molly-Wolly-Puddin’-Pie and it got shortened from there. Why not? Pudding is sweet, and so are they!
I have a one-eyed kitty that I love dearly. I’ve had him since he was a kitten though and even though I tend to take special needs kittens and get them better and adopt them out I knew I wouldn’t be parting with this guy. His eye was severely infected and couldn’t be saved, the eyelids kept sealing up and filling with fluid so we had to remove the eye. Although I work with animals for a living and I don’t tend to be a hysterical owner about my own pets I was really upset and worried about him after the surgery. He was really painful and wanted to be snuggled all the time and then he developed a weird side effect where he would violently paw at his mouth. The vet had never seen anything like that after an enucleation and was afraid it was nerve damage but he got better. I think I have a stronger bond with him because we went through so much together.
He has the most amazing personality. He can be a sweetheart who wants to cuddle with you one minute and a rotten stinker that wants to play rough the next minute. But he’s always the one who runs to the door to greet me when I get home. He follows me all over the place. He has to noisily sniff my hair all the time, sometimes when I’m sleeping. He’s also the only cat that will put up with me hugging and kissing him.
I originally called him Popeye, but I ended up shortening it to Pi. Here he is.
Pudding is beautiful! It doesn’t matter if she only has one eye; what matters is that she now has a home. Besides, with all the goodies you’ve got for her and the cuddles and snuggles you mention in the photo captions, I bet her purr is functioning quite well.
Another vote for “don’t forget the adult cats and/or the deformed cats” at the shelter. Our Fiona was one day from being euthanized when we first saw her at the SPCA. Nobody wanted her–she was an adult and she was missing part of an ear, which she lost to frostbite. But she was affectionate and playful, with a purr that started up when you touched her. She came home with us, and has been with us ever since.
Good to hear that Pirate Cat Pudding has a nice home. Arrr, ye lubber, break out the kitty treats for her!
