Colfy The Cat

Colfy

Born: April 2007

Dislikes: strange noises, anyone who touch her without permission(usually she wants it in triplicate and signed by a government official

Likes: Ridley, Cat treats, Purring

Additude: fun loving but protective. Willing to let you pet her on her terms.

Nickname: Coofie, princess coofie, Queen of the underworld

Colfy came to live with us when I was working at PetCetera. I had cleaned her cage for 2 weeks and while all the other kittens were going to good homes, this little one with her bowed front legs was going no where. Well I had enough and one day make the decision to bring her home to live with us. She was in pretty rough shape. She had Upper respitory infection and the emergency vet told us that she might not live long. well no one tells me she is going to die after I decide she is going to be my kitten. So I gave her the meds, dipped my finger in water and forced her to drink, kept her warm, bought the stinkiest kitten food i could find ( so she would be able to smell it and want to eat) and loved her back to healthy. It took 2 weeks but she pulled through and started to get bette, but she survived like I knew she would.

I named her after my MMORPG gaming name I use for all my characters when I play on line games. I started with a Cleric named colfy and I though this name suited this kitten well. After hours of dying in game and trying to be the best cleric ever I felt this name was a name of a warrior and this kitten was a warrior in life.

The name is German meaning for "Little Gremlin" Old folk tale was that cats turn into little gremlins at night and sucked the breath from little children. Not a tale you want to tell a child who thinks monsters live under their beds at night but an old german tale all the same.

Little colfy will always have problems. When she was fixed in May 2008. The vet who did the surgery said she will most likely have lung and hip problems. She was the last to leave the clinic that day because she wasn't coming out of annestetic well. The staff fell in love with her and watched her carefully. Thank you to all the staff at the Spay Clinic here in Edmonton for taking such good care of her.

I guess I should tell you a bit about her history. Colfy's mother was found on the southside of Edmonton under some wooden pallets in a chemical spill after she had given birth to 6 kittens. A man brought the kittens, along with the mother to PetCetera on the southside. where they called 4paws (a locate rescue centre). Mother and 2 kittens surved. What those chemicals were no one knows to this day. They did however effect the kittens at birth and how long they were there for is a guestamation. It is figured they were only 2 days old when they were brought in. Colfy did not have full fur when we got her. She had stringy course fur and in some areas it was patchy. Now she has thick beautiful fur, thanks to a good diet.

She will always be a small cat. she will almost look kitten for the rest of her life. She walks like a pigeon on a downward slant. She can't jump as high as the other cats but she has learned to climb using her claws quite well, Even though we had stairs build expecially for her to climb up to the bed as well as to the couch.

She loves it when you build her pillow forts. we call her the rare cave kitty. Her best friend is a green cheek conure named Ridley and will protect him at all costs. She growls at strange sounds at night and will growl at any new vehicles outside parked in front of our house. Expecially the Fedex truck.

Today we call her Coofie a nickname for Colfy. She is healthy and happy. All her fur has grown in and she is a bit bigger but still looks like a kitten even at 3 years old. She still loves her caves made out of pillows and blanets but her best friend Ridley has moved on in life and is no longer with us.

Kiara

Kiara

Born: April 2004

Dislikes: Everyone

Likes: Keegan and Weasel

Additude: Princess

Nickname: nips (lmao)

Kiara came to live with us in Fort McMurray May long weekend 2004. she was brought to my daughter by friends of our who came to visit from Edmonton. Kiara was so tiny. Kiara was named because she has a K tattooed in her ear from her breeder. We knew she would fit into the family the minute we watched this tiny kitten stand on her hind legs and sink her little front paws into the large hiney of Weasel. She is a real princess and makes darn sure everyone knows it. Keegan is her best pal. Everyone else is around out of inconvience to her and she makes this known numerous times a day. She is a girlie kitty. She is prime and proper but what ever you do don't make her mad. She has been known to vamp (bite) your neck when upset.

She got the nick name nips from Tim, our oldest son, when one day she put her claw into the window screen and got it caught. My son seen her from outside and said all her nipples were showing to the world. He came inside releasing her claw from the screen and giving her heck for showing off her nipples to everyone and that she should be ashamed of herself.

Keegan is the only one Kiara takes crap from. Like most siamese Kiara bonded with only one person and only that one person has any control over her.

Keegan tries to convince us that her cat is acually sweet and nice but we have witnessed the horn growing, Exorist pee-soup spewing feline that we call Kiara on many occasions when she is upset. She makes it known she is the Princess of the cats. She is the first to eat meals. She will shove the older chubbier cats out of the way if needed. She will hiss when she wants a sleeping spot and someone else is sleeping there and she will growl if you get to close for comfort.

Since Kiara has been fixed she is calmer and easier to live with but occasionally the demon in her rises and takes control. We love her alot, from a distance.

Touch me and see me kill you --->

<-----I see what you doing

Wolf

Wolf

Born: June 1999

Dislikes: being pet

Likes: Tim, weasel and bath tubs

Attitude: Look but don't touch

Nickname: Wolffi

Wolf came to live with us after our oldest son's pet gecko died. He came from a litter of 6 kittens and was the only pure white cat out of the bunch. His eyes are green so he is not pure breed. Wolf was a frisky kitty. He loved to climb the curtains and them wait for someone to notice how high he was. He loved to eat my real plants. I use to own a palm tree that was filled out beautifully but wolf slowly ate every plant off till only the trunk was left. For years I use to try and get him to stop but he won, I lost and now we own only fake plants. Although at times he will chew on the fake plants just to see if he can get arise out of someone, it never works though since we all know he is dong it for effect. At night he use to sit and wait for Glenn to come to the cat condo so they could play catch the hand for an hour. As Wolf grew up catch the hand was not so fun when his reflexes improved and his claws became sharper.

Wolf was named appropriately since he thinks of him self as a loner and acts the part. He spends most of his time in Tim's room. Only to venture out for food, litter box or if Tim is staying over night at a friends house. When wolf does come out he talks. you can have a conversation with him if you can understand his meow replies. for example "Meeooow" means "I am here look but do not touch me", Meeow means " where is everyone?" Meow means " I shall sit here close to you but ignore me" Meoww means " on my way to the cat box get out of the way" Meow with a purr means " I just cleaned my self, all my hair is in place but i am lonely and need you to pet me just watch the fur" Those are just some of his communications.

Wolf is a funny cat .. he loves to sit in the tub. He acts as if you can not see him but he is on vacation in his mind. He will never look you in the eye while he is in

the tub, but will leave if you turn on the water. Water is his enemy but the bathtub is domain.This seems to be his second best place in the house. He is either envisioning himself as a sailor or he envisions he is on a deserted island in snow. Shrugs.. who knows either way if you pull back a curtains you are bound to find Wolf sitting in the tub, starring off into the distance.

Wolfs' best friend is Weasel. Wolf will seek Weasel out just to sleep beside him at times. When they were young I thought they would never be friends since there was that whole who was dominate over who issue. They have worked that out and Wolf knows he is second command around the house now. Still a loner in general, but ever loved.

Weasel

Weasel --------------------->
Born : August 1997
Dislikes: Dogs and not having his food bowl full at all times
Likes: Hugging, sitting in the window, and food
Attitude: Buddha kitty
Nickname: Weezie

Weasel was a Christmas present to my Husband who grew up with 2 Siamese as a child. When we first came to live with us we lived on a farm. I wanted him to be a indoor outdoor cat but he had other plans. When ever he was placed out doors he always found a way back into the house ( through the dryer vent hole). I was very much pregnant with our youngest son so after struggles of trying to get weasel use to being an outside cat I gave up and let him stay in doors. He is a good cat now but as a kitten he was horrible. I use to swear to my husband he was out to kill me or at the least trying to get me out of the way since Siamese are generally a "one person cat" and that person was my husband. Well we soon fixed the competition between us when I accidentally (honestly it's true it was an accident) poisoned him. I use to bleach our floors daily, the kids were small and I wanted to make sure all bacterial was killed if they were crawling on it all day long. So after I had bleached the floors I placed the mob and pail beside the front door so I could wash the porch floor later.

Never in a million years did I believe that the cat would decide that the smelly bleach water would be a great drinking hole. Well next thing you know it he is sick to his stomach and it was off to the vets. After a long vet stay, hours of worry (even if at the time i disliked this cat), and lots of cold hard cash. He pulled through. At the time I remember thinking "omg! how am i going to tell Glenn i killed his cat by accident if he dies" I was a ball of nerves. Lucky the vet was great and saved Weasels life.

Life with Weasel suddenly got better after that day. He no longer ignored me and he started to come to me for scratches. It was like a whole new cat attitude.

After our youngest son, Erik, was born weasel was great. If Erik had just woke up from a nap and was crying, but I could not hear him, weasel would come sit at my feet looking up at me and give a soft meow as if to say "go get the baby" then he would run ahead of me to Erik's nursery and sit my the crib meowing as if I couldn't see where the crib was located. He was always great with Erik. I wanted a nanny and I got one named Weasel. When Erik started to crawl Weasel would follow him around and herd him away from things he shouldn't have by either laying in front of the object or standing sideways so Erik could not crawl forward without bumping into him. Then with a meow he would warn me that the baby was getting into trouble and I had better come quick. This was never taught to Weasel. It was instinct. His Instinct alone and for that he will always have a special place in my heart.

Over the years Weasel has been slowing down in life. He has become the Buddha kitty. Ever feel upset or sad just rub the Buddha kitties belly and you feel at peace. Not to mention he loves full body rubs. Weasel has become the god father of all the pets that live with us. He breaks up arguments, he cuddles when your sick or sad and he can either make you feel special or make you feel like the worst owner in the world ( if you forget to fill his bowl up).

To this day I am unsure if he only accepts me because he was so close to death and feels that at any time that woman can try to off him again if he steps out of line or if he truly loves me. Either way life for the past 12 years has been great with Weasel. He is our pride and joy.