I often say that Dexter is my special needs kitty. He is 19 years old and he is not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he has somehow managed to stay alive longer than any other animal I have ever spent time with. He still fights regularly with other outside cats and has at least one gaping wound on his body, on an almost daily basis. He still only eats Purina Indoor Cat Formula..no treats..no rodents..he ONLY eats this food..PERIOD. He still hasn't figured out that the pet door swings out and IN. He loves, and I mean loves, catnip.
I first met Dexter at PetSmart when he was up for adoption. After walking by countless cages and seeing all those poor depressed cats, curled up in balls, sometimes in their litter boxes, I found white paws sticking out of a cage, trying to swat things as they went by his door. Dexter and I started playing. He was oblivious to his predicament. He had joy. I almost adopted him that day, but I rarely make snap decisions, so I left him to really think about the pros and cons of adopting a cat. I told my myself if somebody else adopted him, then we weren't meant to be. That night I dreamed about Dexter coming to live with me. I adopted him the next morning. I named him after Dexter Morgan and Bruce Lee. He has lived up to his name. Social misfit fighter. I am also pretty sure Dexter voted for Donald Trump.
Brutus is a 9 year old, some kind of shih-tzu mixed with another really cute dog of some sort. He is very smart, friendly and cuddly. But because he is very smart, he can exhibit Days of Muchness. He tests his boundaries and he desperately wants to be dominant/alpha to someone, but these days rarely occur. Brutus knows he rocks the cute, sweet and cuddly swagger and he knows how to work an audience to his benefit.... Bru has never met a lap he didn't like.
I met Brutus at PetSmart too. I had been looking online for a dog that might be a good fit as a therapy dog for my massage clinic. I was leaning toward a bigger dog but nothing was definite. Then one afternoon my mom and I walked over to "see what kind of babies were up for adoption"....and my mom found Brutus. Mom picked him up and said "This is the one." Brutus came home with me and it was the best decision my mother ever made for me! Kidding. Mostly. I don't think I need to explain his name. Strength and honor.
Oni is a 3 year old magical mini panther from unknown origins. She is a lethal little huntress and very vocal young lady. It is difficult to tell from photos, but Oni is quite small, in fact, most people assume she is a mature kitten when they first see her. I tell people that Oni is an answer to one of my wishes.
In June of 2013, I began looking online at small, female black cats available for adoption. In October Oni arrived. Oni showed up during a thunderstorm and cried outside my bedroom window all night. The next morning when Brutus went out to potty, she came walking over, extended her paw for introductions and she never left. Oni is Japanese for demon and I tagged her with Littlepuss in my desire for her to remain a tiny cat...she grew into her name.
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