Amanda and a Loudogg
Member Since 2017
July 22, 2018 Condo
Good morning all!
Seeing the yellow AMPS makes me glad I didn't bother to set an alarm to check him overnight. It was great to get a full night's sleep. I hope he finally does something today. He probably will since I'm not there.
Well I'm a bad cat mom. I've been looking forward to posting about Lou and I's 8-year anniversary for weeks. And then of course it finally gets here and I totally space.
Our anniversary was Friday, July 20, 2018.
Lou's Gotcha Story:
Interestingly enough, I had absolutely NO desire for a new cat when I took in Lou. My soul-kitty Mateo had just passed away unexpectedly in February of that year and I was heartbroken. It was just my civvie Bella and I and we were both still grieving. Mateo was a beautiful tuxedo with long, white whiskers and green eyes. I always joked that I wanted to get a white and black kitty to go with my black and white kitty. One day my sister called me. She lived nearby and she told me about a cat wandering around her building. The cat was almost a perfect mixture of black and white. I asked if it was a girl or guy, and my sister thought it was a girl. Weirdly, I decided to take "her" in. "She" was a terror: running around, trying to get out of the apartment, terrorizing Bella. I decided to name "her" Lucy, after a Stephen King short story where the cat was nicknamed ScrewLucy. I had taken "her" into the vet and they verified that "she" had not been spayed. "She" got all the way under anesthesia at a local nonprofit before someone remarked that "she seems really big for a female." They actually checked and surprise!! My little girl was actually a big boy.
It's so hilarious how that snowballed. I didn't think to check, the vet didn't check even as they shaved his belly (which I was actually ticked about). I never went back to that vet afterwards. Thank goodness someone finally checked before they cut into him. Ugh. I was mortified!
Needless to say, Lucy became Lucius.
He was just wild that first year. I don't know how many times I was determined to get rid of him, even though that's something I have NEVER considered doing before. He always knew just went to snuggle up to me and give me those love eyes to change my mind. Such a charmer. My neighbor told me she had seen him around the neighborhood and she had literally seen him be kicked out the door of his previous owner's house.
He finally calmed down after Caleb moved in (yes, Lou and I have been together longer than Caleb and I have). He is Caleb's soul-kitty and they're two peas together. I am so thankful that we made it through the rough times for both of their sakes.
So here's to another 8 years (at least) together my rascally buddy Lou! It's been quite an adventure!

Good morning all!
Seeing the yellow AMPS makes me glad I didn't bother to set an alarm to check him overnight. It was great to get a full night's sleep. I hope he finally does something today. He probably will since I'm not there.

Our anniversary was Friday, July 20, 2018.Lou's Gotcha Story:
Interestingly enough, I had absolutely NO desire for a new cat when I took in Lou. My soul-kitty Mateo had just passed away unexpectedly in February of that year and I was heartbroken. It was just my civvie Bella and I and we were both still grieving. Mateo was a beautiful tuxedo with long, white whiskers and green eyes. I always joked that I wanted to get a white and black kitty to go with my black and white kitty. One day my sister called me. She lived nearby and she told me about a cat wandering around her building. The cat was almost a perfect mixture of black and white. I asked if it was a girl or guy, and my sister thought it was a girl. Weirdly, I decided to take "her" in. "She" was a terror: running around, trying to get out of the apartment, terrorizing Bella. I decided to name "her" Lucy, after a Stephen King short story where the cat was nicknamed ScrewLucy. I had taken "her" into the vet and they verified that "she" had not been spayed. "She" got all the way under anesthesia at a local nonprofit before someone remarked that "she seems really big for a female." They actually checked and surprise!! My little girl was actually a big boy.
It's so hilarious how that snowballed. I didn't think to check, the vet didn't check even as they shaved his belly (which I was actually ticked about). I never went back to that vet afterwards. Thank goodness someone finally checked before they cut into him. Ugh. I was mortified! He was just wild that first year. I don't know how many times I was determined to get rid of him, even though that's something I have NEVER considered doing before. He always knew just went to snuggle up to me and give me those love eyes to change my mind. Such a charmer. My neighbor told me she had seen him around the neighborhood and she had literally seen him be kicked out the door of his previous owner's house.
So here's to another 8 years (at least) together my rascally buddy Lou! It's been quite an adventure!




You're a sweetheart to have taken in such a wild one