Hi, I’m Christina. I’m a “failed foster mom” from Furry Friends. That means I fostered kittens for a while, and then I adopted one adorable kitten I couldn’t part with.
My cat Panda (Furry Friends had named him Abacus) is a little over a year old now, but when I adopted him, he was a rather large eight weeks. Panda is a long-haired tuxedo, with beautiful, clear golden eyes and a black spot on his nose that looks like a big glob of India ink.
Panda came to me as a single foster kitten, but then I brought in his sister, Allie, a few weeks after. They didn’t remember each other, and no amount of kitten doors, space swapping (for a few hours one stayed in the bedroom while the other had free rein of the house), or monitored interaction helped them accept each other. Allie was around a pound smaller than her brother, but she made up for her small size by hiding under small areas he couldn’t get to. They fought horribly. It was difficult for me, since I couldn’t watch them 24/7. In the end, after some fur-shredding fights (I woke up once to black fur speckled all up and down the hallway), Allie was adopted as a single cat by a lovely couple. Thank goodness!
Panda was then old enough to go to Furry Friends cat showings at PetSmart. The second time he was set to go, my mother and I decided we absolutely couldn’t stand the thought of someone else loving, stroking, playing, and adoring him. I confess it – we both broke down into tears over losing such a sweet, curious baby. He was OUR cat! I adopted him shortly after.
Panda is all grown up. He’s very intelligent, but also manipulative (what cat isn’t?)! He has three scratching posts, a cat tower, and a shelf topped with a velvety blanket, which he has taken to sleeping on top of during the night. His most recent discoveries are what door knobs are (I’ve seen him swatting at the rounded knobs), where all the sweetest breezy spots are in the house, what the garage door is, and how whining in his high-pitch voice in the morning works to induce me to rise.
When he was a kitten, I bathed him bi-weekly, clipped his nails every 3 to 4 weeks, and trained him to wear a body holster, in order to acclimate him to those attentions.
The morning is his favorite time, because I take him out on his holster and leash for an hour. Like clockwork, he wakes me up with his whining, and sits by the back door impatiently for me to let him out.
Panda has become a wonderful fuzzy buddy for my whole family. He charms and entertains us all the time. He’s grown into such a handsome boy, and he knows it! There’s not one minute of any day that I regret having adopted him. May he have a long, loved, happy cat life!