| Our Rich Old Elitist Cat |
| I had a cat. When I moved back from North Carolina to live with my parents, he decided that he was going to be my Dad's pet. It broke my heart, but I let him stay when I went. It made him and my dad infinately happy. That's how life has always been with Hopi. He loves me, but he knows that he can get whatever he wants from my dad. So, I can't have this whole, complex website without a page devoted to the cat who runs our family, Hopi. The Hopester is an american shorthair tuxedo cat. He's neutered and declawed in the front. Now, I know that some people are against declawing, but it was more for his safety than anything. You only have to walk in the door once to find your cat mewing at you from the ceiling (because has climbed the wallpaper all the way to the top of the wall) to realize that the claws have got to go. Hopi also has hyperthyroidism, which makes him only a waif of a cat, and hungry ALL the time. The vet tells us that removing his thyroid might result in throat cancer so, since he's not in immediate danger, extra feedings it is. |
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| Follow the Elephant Home |
| This page was last updated on 3 July 2008. It is maintained by Linsey Palazzi. |
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| I'm an animal person, but not much of a cat person. I like animals that need me. Here are a few that have gotten past my defenses, though. . . |
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| Hopi is a great watch dog, but too particular to actually be a hunter. He alerts us to any odd sounds, lets us know if anyone has knocked at the door while we weren't home (by wanting us to open the door so he can investigate), and leads us around the house to let us know what we usually do next. Hopi will come when he's called, or whistled for, and, even at 14 is always up for exploring. |
| Linnaea Carola |
| As close to a wild cat as you can come . . . in a pamper domesticated cat, that is. Tortoiseshell with tufty ears and lovely yellow eyes, is our girl Linnie. We needed a mouser and, even though you're not supposed to, found Linnie at the Blair County Humane Society. |
Linnie turned out to be a great mouser for the animal friendly. she catches them immediately, leaving them stunned for the taking into the woods. . . far, far away from our house. Of course, Jason didn't think it was too super when she brought him one in bed one morning - remember, stunned, not dead. She hunts all things icky and not actually, as long as it doesn't involve going outside - she hates outside. She wants to be the center of attention, as long as we don't pick her up - she hates being picked up. |
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