Archive for September, 2009
The Internets are full of lies. Lies! There’s no such thing as a day without cats. To prove it, here is a picture of my cat. His name is Mimic and he is awesome.
And since just having a picture of a cat doesn’t seem like enough to counter a day without cats, I think I’ll tell the story of how he came to be our little furkid. See, my husband and I are both rather allergic to cats. To visit our friends’ houses, where cats live, we have to take Claritin, and that is often only enough to get us through a couple hours. So you can imagine my crankiness as I drove up to my friend’s house for a nostalgic sleepover party as I spotted a big and fluffy orange tabby in the window.
Turns out, Iggy – for that is his name – is a Siberian cat. Siberians are a beautiful breed of cat, if I do say so – and I do, so you know it’s true. And it just so happens that many of the family lines are low-allergen. I won’t bore you with the whole of the science, but just enough to tell you that the allergens are in cat spit – not their fur. So contrary to what people think – Mimic is not a hairless cat. In fact, as you are seeing, he is quite the fuzzball!
After meeting Iggy, and spending the night in his house without needing any allergy medicine, I did a bunch of research. I looked into breeders nearby and those far away. Learned everything there was to learn. Looked at millions of pictures. And after all that, decided to contact Iggy’s breeder.
We found ourselves second on the list for 2009, and in February, on Valentine’s Day, we went up to New Hampshire to meet some kittens. At the time, the breeder thought there were two girls and two boys in the litter – all 6 weeks old. Not ready to go home, but definitely full of personality already. We thought we’d be more interested in a girl cat, purely for size reasons. Siberian males can be huge, and we weren’t mentally equipped for that. Since one of the known-boys was already taken, he was in another room. We let the other known-boy hang out with his momcat, while we met the two “girls.” As soon as the breeder handed me a kitten, the kitten tried to escape. “She” wanted nothing to do with me, and eventually made her way to the heater, where she hid for most of the rest of our visit. The kitten Mike held first, however, looked him square in the face and “meep”ed! I knew then that “she” was the one.
We played with them a bit more, and talked with the breeder. While I was dealing with paperwork, Mike went off to check on our choice, who was hiding out in a cat condo. Mike looked in and tilted his head. Mimic tilted his head to match. Mike tilted his further, then Mimic, then Mike, then Mimic tilted his head so far he fell over. After that, Mimic let Mike hold him for as long as he wanted.
Of course we thought he was a girl… Two weeks later, I got an email from the breeder, who seemingly nervously explained that she had been mistaken, and in fact all four kittens were boys. Of course we were already in love, so there was no question – we still wanted him. We just adjusted our pronouns and changed the chosen name – and the name Mimic seems so much more perfect anyway!
When Mimic was 10 weeks old, we got a report card and a picture. He was very sociable, and begging anyone who came nearby for pets. He loved on everyone and was a quick learner. He was perfect.
We were finally able to take him home at 15 weeks, after much waiting and impatience, and a poorly-timed vacation. He meowed at the top of his lungs for the whole car ride, but it only took him a couple hours to decide that he was home.
We just love our crazy little fuzzball.
So there, Internets! SO THERE!