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| Name: |
Tabby
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Age: |
Two and a half years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
American shorthair
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| Home: |
Roanoke Rapids, North Carolina, USA
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funny story about Tabby is that I am a librarian and I found him behind our
library. Actually, we were practicing for our annual Halloween play when we
heard a loud "meow" outside. This little tiny kitten had crawled up inside
our bookmobile engine. Since it was Halloween time, I named him Tabitha
("Bewitched") thinking it was a girl - a few months later, I realized my
mistake and he became Tabby or Tabman. He is about 2 1/2 years old and I
guess he'd be classified as an American shorthair Grey Tabby. He lives with me
in Roanoke Rapids, NC. I am enclosing pictures of him when he was a kitten and
now as an almost three-foot-long cat.
Tabby is a very hyper cat - even at his age. When he was a kitten he flew into
our fake six-foot Christmas tree and wiped out a whole section of tree - much to
my mother's dismay. He's better about trees now but loves to lay under them.
Currently, he is almost tall enough to reach the door handles but it's a good
thing he can't turn the knob because there are certain rooms that he is only
allowed in when we are around. He loves the computer room and his favorite
chair is right in front of the computer.
In the mornings, he meows at me in an affectionate tone and then jumps up on
me to say "good morning." Some days he will stay and cuddle, but other days
he's in a "mood" and really just wants to say "hi" and "bye." He is the only
male cat in a house of 6 cats, but all except one of the other cats gets along
with him. Tabby and Twinkles have a bad relationship because she was abused
as a kitten by a male cat, so now she hates male cats and attacked him when he
first came into the house as a kitten. Thankfully they are separated all the
time.
Finally, if he were a human, I'm afraid he would have a drug problem. He loves
catnip so much that he can smell it through grocery bags and the container it
comes in. We give him some every Monday and I think he knows when it's that
day because he will follow us around until he gets some. Then he's happy for a
while, but we can always tell when it gets closer to Monday as that's when he
starts looking for it again.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention that he still will chase the light of a
flashlight around a room. When he was a kitten, he would wear himself out
following the beam around, but he's a little better about that now.
I loved my last cat, Sparky, so much that I never thought I would love another
male cat as much. But Tabby is so different that it has helped heal the void
that Sparky left behind in a better way because he makes us laugh.
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