Uncritterless (Possible squeeing)

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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As I’ve posted before, we lost our fluffballs last year. Cleo, in April, after a short illness, and Bernie in December, after a long illness. It was difficult to having spent the last almost 17 years with the two cats… to no one.

We had been doing okay, until New Year’s Eve. TheKid spent the night at a friends house and I was here. Alone. Played poker with the guys, won, watched some TV and then went to bed. It hit me, then, how utterly alone I was. There was no one here but me. I was a mess.

TheKid and I discussed getting a new cat, but were delaying it due to the necessity to “de-cat” the house. I couldn’t delay, mostly for my happiness. After looking through various rescue groups, I found a big ol’ fluff of grey with lime green eyes.

Please meet Lucy. Actually, her official name (oy!) is Lucifer Fluffernutter. She came with the name Fluffy, but I couldn’t stand it. Growing up, a neighbor had a horrible yip dog named Fluffy, so it had to go. Fluffy became Fluffernutter (marshmallow / peanut butter heaven), but that didn’t last. You can’t crab at someone named “Fluffernutter”. Last Sunday, upon coming home from shopping, she met me at the door with a “Erm, hi?” meow and a face full of dryer lint that could have only come from the small space behind the dryer. My natural response was “Lucy, you ha’ some es’splainin’ to do”. Ergo, Lucy.

She’s settled in well, don’t you think? When you scritch her neck she does this and air kneads with her front paws. She lives for her cardboard wire toy and laser pointer. It’s been different getting back into playing with a cat - Bernie and Cleo were so old, they just didn’t care anymore.

I am having some issues - her foster father claimed she was up to date on all of her shots, which appears not to be true. Tomorrow will be her vet visit and we’ll see what’s up. If I do have to pay for vaccinations, I won’t be too happy of a camper.

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Awww man, in that picture of her on her back, she’s absolutely squeedorable! And she looks like a kitty my folks used to have named Shadow. Very pretty cats indeed. Congratulations.

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Oh! She looks so soft and regal! What a gorgeous kitty!

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Gorgeous. I wish, for you two, many years of happiness together.

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Well, Fluffernutter is an established Doper cat name. Qadgop and family had a cat named Fluffernutter.

Wow, she is furry. I’m still wishing my “only short-haired cats” policy was in place myself.

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Oh, my! She’s quite the femme fatale!

SQUEEEEEEEE!

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She is in dire need of tummy rubs. I’ll be right over to provide them.

She’s a beauty, and she knows it. That fur looks so very, very soft.

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She is just beautiful!! Congratulations on not being critterless any longer… I can’t imagine that!

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She’s beautiful, and you’re both lucky to have found each other! Do you know how old she is?

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What a gorgeous cat! And don’t tell me she isn’t aware of it. Give her a tummy rub from me, Bear, Heidi and Niblet.

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I know she had a litter of kittens before being fixed in September 2008. She’s at least two, but beyond that - no clue.

What was known about her - she was found abandoned with her kittens in a trailer park. That’s about it. She had to have been a family pet for some amount of time, as she is such a cuddler and is very agreeable. She has no interest in table food, which I know is good, but is also very weird. We’re so familiar with the Cleo French Fry Thief and Bernie No Glass Left Unattended. I tried to give her a bit of raw burger off my finger - she looked at it, sniffed at it, and walked away.

She has one weird affectation - when she sees it’s You! OMG! It’s YOU! she rubs against your leg, then flops down on your feet and waits for you to rub her tummy. If you do not give her sufficient scritches or if you attempt to walk past, she will chase you, rub against your legs again, and flop down on your feet. It makes for the “coming home from work, gotta pee” run very interesting.

And she is very soft and fluffy. Her belly fur is kinked in places, which is a hoot when wet. She will be going in for grooming in the next few weeks, as I don’t think she’s ever been bathed. The first few days she was here we would have to wash our hands after petting her. I did waterless shampoo her, but she’s sooo furry it really didn’t do much.

I knew I changed after Bernie died. I was miserable when Cleo died, but totally bereft after Bernie. I had her for over half my life. She was my ‘buddy’, you know? It has been pointed out by more than a few people I have changed for the better now that we have Lucy.

(Lucy is laying alongside of me, as is her wont while I am working. She’s snoring little kitty snores. Ahhhh)

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She’s beautiful! I’ve never run across a long haired cat that didn’t run to meet me and want to be petted. It could be the attention thing, or it could be the long hair. I don’t care. They’re cute!