I have four adorable cats—Nano, Shaggy, Isis, and Stormy, each with their own quirks and personalities.
Nano was named Hex when my parents first found him, when he was just a minuscule abandoned kitten mewing on a tire in front of their (Condo or apartment?) in Woodbridge. He grew to be a chubby black cat, the breed Bombay, one known to be friendly, talkative, and yearning for attention. Actually, I just figured that out in a book full of breeds, and it turns out our pudgy little yellow-green eyed tie-wearing cat is a faaaancy breed. Well…at least I think cause he was a stray on a tire. He likes my dad the most, then me, then treat time(WHICH HE AWAYS REMINDS US OF AT AROUND 7 O’CLOCK TO 9: and 9 is the actual time we give them all treats) lots of head scratches, back scratches, and pets, and a good pat on the back. He’s very affectionate and the bravest, though my brother here has had a few escapades into a tree and across the street(who my dad saw at one 2 am after he’d been missing for the whole night; which no on told ME until about who knows how long after )but he does love a moth toy, which he catches often and yowls at us to eat. (Probably wants us to learn to hunt….) And he is a tall guy, and can reach to our kitchen table and scratch at the corner every time we eat dinner so he always gets a piece from me cause I don’t like eating a lot. Nano will sit on any blue chair: as we call it since they have plush navy blue seats—when you pull it out for him, though he’ll eventually settle for a wooden one for lots of love. His nicknames are Nano Man(which I came up with) and Banano Man(Banana get it? My dad came up with it). He also is a hunter(as well as Isis is but gets more mice) but when looking out the window with Shaggy—shaggy, who doesn’t actually look for little creatures cause he just wants an excuse to doze the day away—and Nano only likes birds and doesn’t care about squirrels(and my mom has taken care of injured baby squirrels which he sniffed but tolerated). Shaggy is you grandpa mixed with that guy that starts talking to you when you’re not paying attention and then starts snuggling you—and you realize then he’s telling you about his wife isis whom he wishes to have kittens with(which he can’t cause they’re all neutered and spayed and stuff). Shaggy is our copper(or amber?) eyed Turkish Van who is one month older than Nano(who was probably born in October) and is resident senior man, and will sit on any lap and snuggle any hand for pets and because he loves everything and everyone. He loves every cat and everyone in our house, though he gets terrified when other people come to visit(now outside with masks cause pandemic so not really this or last year) and he loves his wife a lot and drinks and eats food with her. When he was a kitten, my mom and dad would feed his mother and her kittens with food bowls on their porch, and one day Shaggy stayed and sauntered right on into our house like he owned the place, and has been our cat for 13 to 14 to 15 to I don’t know how many years. He’s old and getting kinda bony even if we feed him lots of wet food and dry food and treats and one in a blue moon catnip. He loves Isis and eats with her. Since he’s a (fancy since he was feral when he was a kitten)Turkish Van, he likes water and will dab his huge yellow-white(known as the color of bone white to some artists like moi) paws into the water bowl(the one for him, Nano, and Isis; Stormy has her own cause she younger and Isis attacks her for being a female and because she occasionally gets a kiss or snuggle from Shaggy in the morning when every(cat) is affectionate and cheerful and joyful and open-minded, cause wet food is served at some point after we wake up) and then Shaggy gives and let out low, throaty yowls for some reason as he’s spilling water all over the floor and towel which we added in an attempt to keep him from splattering the stairwell floor with clear water droplets. He likes back-scratches directly in front of his tail, side of face pets, and really any type of affection. He’s easy-going, a gentleman, passionate, and considerably intelligent. Oh, and my parents called Shaggy and Nano when they were kittens Ninja-Nano and Samurai-Shaggy(cause Nano can hide in the shadows though now he doesn’t do that on purpose) and Shaggy is showy. Isis is a gossip-bully-hottie-spoiled-princess-rogue-loner gal, very pretty, graceful and petite. Her paw’s are tiny and soundless, and she’s quiet and naps in her little footrest for my(or ‘the’ orange chair—*which will be featured in one of these photos below)and sometimes will settle on my mom’s lap, either with or without Shaggy beside her. She always does a “Im shaking my rear ever so slightly even if Im not going to the bathroom cause I can” thing whenever she does get up. She’s definitely defensive, but will swipe and chase Stormy, the newest female(I hate using the word FEMALE or MALE….but it sounds professional) and time to time will be cornered or swatted by Nano for it(maybe cause Stormy will sneak him kisses which he kinda hates occasionally-and she’s sort of his friend and girlfriend-ish-maybe) or just because she didn’t like him. Though, Nano isn’t one to yearn kittens from any gal like Shaggy is, and is not a romance, jerk cat(and I’m not saying our Shaggy is a baby-making-wanting jerk to Isis). Isis has the most tragic, stunning sage green eyes with that sort of little Egyptian cat stripes darting from the top corners of her eyes. Isis is about one half a year younger than Nano and Shaggy and was found as a stray kitten in the bushes lured into the house by gentle, urging little Shaggy kitten who lead her into the old place where my parents used to live. Stormy is the newest, gotten when I was in between preschool and kindergarten(and I went to kindergarten early even though I was younger then all the other children in preschool but skipped the extra year cause I was intelligent enough cause me and my mom practiced flash cards) and is a very fluffy, cute, half-dwarf, feisty, bullied little forever kitten. She was taken from a farm and we got her from the people owning the farm(a woman and a man named Bob I think I forgot the woman’s name) at a Wawa cause her 11 siblings were taken(the mother was kept at the farm) and Stormy wasn’t accepted to nurse from her mother and was going to be sent to a shelter and put down if we didn’t take her(this was when we had five cats, including Seabee; or Columbia, who I’ll talk about later) so we took her. She hates people(me and my mom cause we hug her and pet her and antagonize her—not cause we hate her—but cause she’s the cutest, most adorable, beautiful thing on the planet) and tolerates my dad. She’s very sensitive to pets and strokes below her head for some reason. She has a few favorite toys and sometimes likes the 90 or 80 dollar cat tree I bought with my cash I have saved—which isn’t a waste because Isis uses it very, very, very often and scratches the scratching post on the top of it, and Nano scratches the one support one on the bottom sometimes cause he likes to use it when he’s stretching his ol’ back—and Stormy likes looking out the window with Nano sometimes. She does little tiny purry meows for foods in the morning with Shaggy’s yowls(and surprisingly Nano doesn’t whine or cry for wet food even though he loves food—treats, salmon, bacon, meat in general, eggs, fishy and turkey or creamy chicken dinner wet food, and oddly a recent obsession of Swiss cheese) and Stormy loves Nano and tries to steal smooches from him even though he smacks her in the face. Every. Single. Time.
Stormy’s actually very intellectual even if she’s only vaguely interested(like human kids which parents can’t even attempt and try to understand) and can open doors that are not locked. She is very chubby even if she doesn’t eat much(though she loves eating and sleeping more than anything except for my dad and Nano) though she is the swiftest, fastest, quickest, most agile and quick-reacting cat to run you ever saw. Or, my family ever did see. My mom and dad have had six cats in the past(not all at once). So that’s my bitey-scrathcy kitten. She’s not mean just very sensitive to pets even with her thick fluffy floof and bullied and punched and slashed at by Isis and gets threatened. She’s actually a very good, sturdy, cute, intelligent family cat. Her nicknames are plenty, and her full name(which my parents say she doesn’t have a full name which I protest) is Stormy Kit Spann—anyway, her main nicknames are:
Kitten, Bitten, Bitty, Babyen(baby and en which I used to say when I was younger like 4 to 9 and stuff—the y is silent in Babyen) Itten, Itty.
All our cats are healthy.
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