Re: 2/16 Cinco AMPS 250 +4 113 +6 79
Thank you all for your kind words. :smile:
Kisa was a very handsome cat. He, like Minka, was a Siberian. Kisa means kitten in Russian. When we got him, we thought he was a she (and so did the breeder - first and only time she'd ever made that mistake!) - someone else had actually spoken for him but changed their mind and wanted a male! We wondered why he and Harvey didn't get along when we brought Harvey home. We took them both to be fixed at the same time, and even the vet thought Kisa was a she, not realizing the mistake until he was opened up and there were not the expected parts present!. He was a very shy, scairdy cat. If you visited us, you probably would never see him. He came from the same breeder as Minka, but no relation. She is very outgoing and afraid of NOTHING (except Harvey when he goes psycho cat). As Kisa grew older, he came out of his shell more with us, and would come trotting down the stairs with that big, plumed tail in the air, making these little chirping noises that meant he wanted to play. I had to follow him upstairs and drag a string around for him for at least five minutes. Then he'd get tired of it and go behind a chair to watch me trying to lure him out. He didn't like to be picked up and curled up in a little ball when you did - reminded me of those caterpillar-like critters you teased when you were a kid - the ones that curled up when you poked them. In his last few years he would hop up on the bed at night and demand to be petted before he would let me crawl in. If Mark was already in bed, he would head-butt him until Mark petted him. He slept stretched out along my side, on the edge of the bed, and when he felt it was time for me to get up would walk up and down there, swishing that tail in my face as he turned. He was an inside cat all his life, but I know he would have been an awesome bird hunter, as he was very good at catching the feathered toys we would wave at him. He loved to sit in the windows and watch the birds, tensing up and making these little chattering noises. You could see he was just dying to get out and go after them. He loved Minka and they cuddled together often, especially when they were young. He was terrified of Harvey and scared of Mark, but strangely, Sasha didn't scare him, and he was the only cat she didn't hiss at. He hated to be brushed and his fine, soft, thick fur matted easily. He got more accustomed to be brushed as he got older and I got more aggressive about it, but it was never a fun time. He always forgave me afterward, though, even the times I had to muzzle him to get it done. Sorry to babble on and on, but I keep thinking of all the things I miss about him. RIP, my beautiful baby boy. o
dancing_cat Love that green!