The Moo Club

We see here the members of the Moo Club have assembled for their evening spot of milk.

Wizard is the club founder, Owen is a newcomer, Snafu just doesn't want to miss out on anything going on, Nick is a charter member, but Yukon doesn't always make the meetings.

It's 2% regular milk this night.

Sometimes it's Lactaid 2% since someone in the house is lactose intolerant...but we won't get into that here...

Everyone gets a bit less than a tablespoon, so if they finish quickly, they might see if someone else will give theirs up.

If we give it to them too early in the evening, everytime we go into the kitchen, they reesemble, totally forgetting we already doled it out to them.

Slurp, slurp, slurp....goodnight!                  ~Lisa Co9T

Finally Owen

Owen isn’t really our cat…

…he’s their cat.

He belongs to the colony and basically regards us humans as hands. Hands that give him treats, hands that hold or fling toys and hands that will give him a good petting if he just can’t get any from another cat…we’ll do in a pinch. He meows and trills and asks for “hands, please!”

Although adopted from the shelter, he has no sad rescue story. We just needed some color in the group. I’m kidding, in truth I’d lost my 14 year old orange and white tabby, Bustopher several months earlier and had been ooing and awing over a new batch of orange kittens up for adoption. I made a comment to DP that it was a good thing there wasn’t an orange one with white on its face or I’d be a gonner; then tumbling out from the second story play condo comes this little white and orange chirper with only a stub for a tail. He flung himself recklessly into the pile of his brothers and started biting on their ears. I nearly turned inside out when I saw his white chest and paws, not to mention the streak of white lightening across his nose. That following night when DP came home from the shelter, she walked in the door saying she had a surprise for me. She opened a bag and pulled out a brown and white ceramic watering bowl. “It’s for the living room,” she said. “Doesn’t it match great?” I gleefully took it from her, eager to replace the metal one that kept tipping over. As I was admiring the shiny brown two-toned glaze, I sensed DP staring at me. I looked up at her mischievous grin just as she started to unzip her fleece jacket and out popped an orange-faced kitten with a streak of lightening down his nose. He had bright curious eyes and was amazingly calm in the midst of the dog’s usual welcome home jubilation. “Surprise!” The water bowl seemed to dissolve in my hands as I reached out to hold the purring little boy.

Nine weeks old, he was healthy and already neutered. It was the first time we could just take a new kitten and plug him directly into the group. We placed him in a large dog crate to ease the initial meet and greet, but he wanted nothing to do with it, sticking his paws through the bars to touch a mildly hesitant Snafu. After about five minutes we realized the new guy no longer needed to feel safe, and took a chance on just the two of them alone.

 It’s hard to describe Owen without including Snafu. They are only a month apart in age and spent their “grade school” kittenhood together in the office (where all kittens are kept safe while they learn canine body language skills).

Snafu was three months old.

If Snafu is Batman, Owen is his Robin…

…only they aren’t do gooders by any means. They wreak havoc, chasing each other all over the house, tumbling, fighting, teasing the older cats and stealing every cat’s toys. If any cat is enjoying a little solo toy time, Owen will chirp his way over to see what they’re playing with, and try to steal it. If he has a toy of any value, and by that I mean almost any plastic milk ring type toy or furry mouse, he’ll growl at any cat who gets too close. One time we thought we’d flood the kitties with furry mice, since they seemed to covet those most, trying to lower their “market” value. The first time we did it, Owen systematically stole every cat’s mouse, guarding a stash he carried over to a corner.

Snafu can always count on Owen for a good fight and fortunately for the other kitties, Owen seems to be able to take a lot from Snafu, giving him as much back. But Snafu has to push everything to the edge, so sometimes Owen gets tired of getting beaten up and eventually runs from him.

Owen went through a couple names before we hit it right. With so many individuals living in the house, we try to find a names that don’t sound alike – Reebock was used the longest, until the night we spent in the Emergency Veterinary Clinic for Snafu’s pneumonia. While in the waiting room silently contemplating Snafu’s fate, DP glanced at the wall of thank you notes and pictures and saw a photo with the name Owen under it. She looked at me and said, “Owen! That’s his name. Owen!” I knew exactly who she meant and agreed immediately, even though the Owen in the picture was a German Shepherd. Because he barely paid attention to us, Owen never learned any of his other names, so it was an easy transition for him. I, on the other hand, still have trouble coming up with his name when talking about him. The easiest thing my mind can grab onto is his description, so I end up referring to him as Yellow Boy. When we call out to him, we all know his name is “O-WHEEEN!” He knows it too.

To put it in human terms…Owen will roll over for anyone. When he wants some attention, he saunters over to the nearest cat, crashes a head butt into their chest, freefalls to the ground and rolls over, chirping and meowing his pleas to be bathed. It was really sweet when he was a little kitten, but he’s a big boy now and I think sometimes his chosen feline takes exception to his request. They might give him a lick or two, or even a bite or two, then get up and leave. Not Yukon. Owen goes to Yukon the most, and Yukon willingly and lovingly licks his head for hours as Owen purrs and rolls.

They seem to have a special bond, like they know they are the only two cats without long tails and understand each other. They look sort of Yin and Yang with their tabby stripes as they fall asleep after a good licking session, that is, if it doesn’t turn to biting.

When Yukon isn’t available, Owen knows he can come to us. He meows his way over to a lap and throws himself down on his back, crashing his head into our hands for some love. Owen often comes butting into a love session we might be having with another cat. If we reach out to pet Nick, Owen will run from across the room meowing, and walk under my outstretched arm, or between us, if he can. Though he’s too shy to look directly in our eyes very often, it’s hard not to be captured by his big, gorgeous, orange eyes.

Although Owen is Snafu’s best buddy, and has a special connection to Yukon, he generally gets along with all the other cats. He and Penny play chase quite often, and he play fights with just about everyone. He loves group games, giving equal smashing enthusiasm to chasing the laser light as jumping up for the flying feather wand. He still throws himself around recklessly, barely landing on three legs if not on his behind.

He is a member of the Moo Club and will eat kitchen handouts, if he happens to be in the vicinity, but he doesn’t beg for food (we’ve just learned that he is wild about black licorice). He eats plenty, though, and we decided to switch to a weight control kibble due to his growing bulkiness.

Unlike Yukon’s small button stub, Owen has a complete tail; only it’s in miniature. It has a bunch of tiny descending vertebrae that curl around and is covered in a nice tuft of fur. Also unlike Yukon, Owen can waggle his tail in quite a spinning, flag waiving motion. Where normal sized tails may whap their emotions from side to side or even up and down, this quirky guy’s tail swings round and round, like a wind up key, and just about as fast too. Owen does everything fast, including his kneading. He kneads like he’s boxing. He’ll run into the bedroom (meowing of course, as he has to tell us everything he is doing), jump on the bed after a toy, suddenly redirect his attention on the soft blanket, instantly zoning off into extreme kneading, purring and waggling his tail. If we reach out to pet him, he’ll chirp, freefall and rollover into our hands.

I hope you've enjoyed meeting Owen.  ~Lisa Co9T

Snafu

Snafu is one of the most engaging cats I’ve ever known. His name is derived from all the health problems he had as a kitten (in case you didn’t know [as I did not] SNAFU is a military acronym meaning Situation Normal All F***ed Up).

He was most certainly a rescued shelter throw-away. Sickly kittens found without mothers were systematically euthanized. When DP saw him in his holding kennel in the “blue room,” he was barely 4 weeks old, snotty nosed and teary eyed with a sparsely furred, over extended belly. Every time she walked by his kennel, this big eyed, bat looking creature would stand and knead huge catcher’s mitts, marching band high, purring like a lion, chirping and staring at DP to get her attention.

We’d been on the look out for a double-pawed kitten, and because of his straight in the eye boldness, DP scooped the ugly little creature right out of the arms of the grim reaper. He was so sick with upper respiratory infection, worms, mites and kitten diarrhea, we had to quarantine him at home for several weeks.

My office, which has traditionally been used to sequester kittens until they can deal with the dogs, became an infirmary. Normally we’d have one of the adult cats stay with a kitten in the office overnight (generally Nick or Wizard as they are great nurturers), but scrawny little Snafu was just too sick in the beginning, and so to protect everyone else, he slept by himself. We spent a good deal of time together during the days as I did my writing and cleaned up kitten poop. I called him Mr. Ugly because his body didn’t seem to be growing normally due to his malnutrition. We thought he looked like anything from a bat, a space alien, a muppet, or a little old Asian, kung-fu master, with his pointy thin whiskered chin.

His digestive issues seemed to drag on not matter what the vet suggested, and we feared little Snafu would not thrive. DP did some of her own research on the solutions to kitten diarrhea, and switching his food from the Prescription Diet canned kitten food to Science Diet dry kitten kibble, finally did the trick. After a thriving period, we began introducing him to the adult cats, but within days, Snafu became subdued and started just sitting on our laps when we brought him out to play.

One night we noticed his breathing was thick, and faster than it should be. We knew he’d been coughing off and on, but that hadn’t seemed to change. The breathing scared us and at 9:00 on a Sunday night, we drove him to the emergency veterinary clinic, forty-five minutes from home. It was a good thing we did because he had a high fever and was diagnosed with pneumonia. He was able to come home with us, but it was really scary for a couple of days and I was preparing myself to appreciate the time I’d had with him. However, scrawny Snafu took his medications without fuss and endured his upside down light chest pummeling, bringing on frightening, but healthy bouts of coughing. As the vet recommended, we also placed him in a crate in the bathroom during our hot and steamy showers to help loosen the deathly phlegm. Snafu was quite good natured about his lot and we were amazed as he finally got stronger.

As he has grown, Snafu has acquired some handsome features with his solid gray medium length fur and white “ascot.” I read where this patch is referred to as a locket in the cat world of coat terminology. To me, Snafu looks like a Victorian schoolboy in a uniform with a ruffled shirt or Little Boy Blue with his spot of white puff and daredevil eyes. He has massive paws with fourteen toes in front and twelve toes in back – all with varying degrees of claws. A couple toes have a clump of claw that does not retract, but curls into itself and clicks when he walks, if they get too long. A couple toes have claws that are feathery strands like wax paper way down deep between his pads. DP has become pretty adept at clipping them, but Snafu gets tired of it by the time she gets to the last few digits.

Just over a year old now, Snafu is still keenly interested in everything we are doing. He loves water at the kitchen faucet, especially when I’m trying to do dishes or wash and cut vegetables. He pushes the edge of naughtiness laying sink side with legs tucked to watch water drops and suds with fascination.

He’d pounce on the sliding drops of soap running down the sides of the sink, if I let him. He knows, with a sideways half blink, that there are boundaries on that particular countertop. When all the people food and dishes are away, I let him play under the running faucet.

Snaf, Snafus or Foo-foo still boldly demands our attention. Any picture we take of the cats that happens to have him in it, he is looking directly at the camera.

He is a very chirpy boy, whose learned how to get our attention positively and negatively. He loves to tease us and play hide and go seek with us, chirping and loping around the room. If we haven’t noticed him, he jumps onto a shelf and rattles dogs collars or starts knocking things off table tops, chirping, then he jumps down and canters passed us with a “chase me” grin. It appeared to us that he very much wanted to be a part of our human activities more than the kitty colony.

He watches everything we do so closely, and prefers to stay in the house and help me make the bed in the morning rather than go outside in the cat enclosure with the others. His eagerness to engage us prompted DP to consider training him with commands.

A professional dog trainer, DP took to the task and Snafu instantly began to respond. He easily goes where you ask him to, sits on command and will lie down on command as well. We know we could do more with it, but we do have nine cats that all want to know what’s going on, so we try not to over-do his singular attention (I think that is his strategy). Snafu is the jealous sort and doesn’t like the other kitties butting in during his attention time.

He tends to easily get over-stimulated if we pet him too long. He simply adores our petting and likes to participate by walking around back and forth and rubbing on everything in sight. When we brush him we have to use two brushes, one to distract him that he bites and rubs on, and the other for us to actually brush him. When he gets bitey and grabby, heaven forbid another cat happens by. He’s been known to attack them. We’ve learned to keep it simple and give him a few loving strokes and then move on. Snafu remains a bold cat who loves visitors and has zero fear of the vacuum cleaner. In fact, he follows me around with it and loves to stick his paw on the hose or bite it as it sucks his whiskers and cheeks in. It’s not a real strong suction and I’m careful to limit his access.

While we are all still trying to figure him out, to some of the other kitties in our colony, Snafu is a holy terror to be avoided. His other nickname is Bastid Cat. Although he is the smallest feline in the colony, plain and simple – he is a bully. Even if we are not brushing him, he can get in his riled up mood, seek out, chase and attack certain other cats. Our method of long distance discipline, the squirt bottle of water, barely fazes him. He’s quite willing to take a squirt or three for his misdeeds. Unfortunately BJ and Angus get the brunt of his terrorism, mostly because they run from him.

He doesn’t seem to mess with Yukon, who is about three times his weight. I’ve seen them face off, and Yukon just stares him down without even cocking his head. Snafu just lopes away chirping…la-tee-da. We’ve seen Wizard play with Snafu a few times, but Penny won’t tolerate Snafu’s teasing at all. She will actually go after him on occasion. He goes back and forth with her, between paw batting battles and hissing run aways, after which Penny pursues him ‘til he hides or we rescue him. Sometimes I think she wants to play with him, but he doesn’t seem to trust her at all and hisses back if she makes a move. Moseley seems to frighten Snafu. I think Moseley probably clobbered him when we weren’t looking and Snafu remembers it well. When Moseley is out of his room and walks by Snafu, he’ll flatten down his ears and yowl and hiss at him until he passes. Moseley just hisses in reply and keeps walking. As long as they don’t get too close, everyone is fine.

Snafu is a member of the Moo Club, doesn’t like cheese, but does love peanut butter and dog food bits tossed to him at feeding time. He bats it around for a while with his mitts then eats it. Due to the size of his paws, you will often find him hanging off the edge of where he’s sitting, otherwise he has to put his mitts one on top of the other. We call it crossed-paws. Sometimes we catch other kittes with crossed-paws, but it’s the way Snafu rests most of the time, otherwise he folds them across each other against his chest, rather than tucked under him. Snafu is very snuggly with us and loves to sleep overnight, staying directly between us, reaching out periodically to drape a mitt over DP’s arm. He does tend to get bored after awhile and may start to explore bureaus or sniff dog crates causing a ruckus, after which we thrust him upon the household’s meek and defenseless and close the door.

I hope you enjoyed meeting Snafu.