Nicknames: Hunty, Big Boy, Nutcase, Sir Hunty, Lovebug, Lovey, Crazy, Sir Hunty McFluffyButt, Floofy Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Sun Sign:
Badges:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed
-pound cat
-cat rescue
Gotcha Date: March 13th 2010 Birthday: January 13th 2010 Coloration: Van Bicolor Likes: Hunter loves to pounce on his dog-sister, Teaka. He also loves to lick his humans!! Hunter also loves water, he will play in it until he gets soaked! Pet-Peeves: When I try to wipe his eyes to get the 'sleep' out. He hates when I try to clean his nose, or bum.When I don't wake up when my alarm rings. Favorite Toy: Teaka, his Feather Flyer, drinking straws, medicine cups, bugs, his catnip chili pepper, and green mouse. Favorite Nap Spot: On top of the kitchen hutch, on top of the cabinet in the laundry room, in his new big brown bed, next to my face at night. Favorite Food: Natures Variety Lamb!! He loves his Addiction foods and of course his kibble. Fancy Feast! Skills: With one leap he can clear about 6 feet. He is a master at stealing straws out of soda cans. Cramming his little bum into the smallest spots. Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: Well I wasn't looking at getting another cat, at all. You see, my other cat, Hanna just died 2 weeks prior to getting Hunter. I was very down and depressed. My sister said I need to get out of the house, and she brought me to the shelter, to "look" at the kitties who needed homes. I really didn't want to go in. I saw Hunter with his 4 brothers and sisters. They were all orange and white, except for Hunter. Hunter was the only white medium haired kitty out of the bunch. The rest were short haired. I saw him and fell in love. I felt that I wasn't ready. I put him back in his cage. I looked at the older kitties. Meanwhile, another couple were looking at the kittens as well. They mentioned they were going to feed their kitty milk, which is a big no-no. They were holding onto Hunter! There were 5 kittens so they were holding each and every one of them. I sneaked in and grabbed Hunter ( he was known as "Sunkist" at the time). I knew feeding the kitten milk was wrong, so I saved him from future tummy-aches! I'm sure hes very thankful! I think Hanna played a part in the way I got Hunter. Its been months since I've had him and he's reminding me of Hanna more and more each day. Of course he is completely different, but there are those things that only a pet mom would notice. Hunter is crazy, and yes he has broken a few things here and there. However, in all honesty, I can't imagine a day without him. He always brings a smile to my face!
There is a legend that the kitty angels tap kittens and cats gently on their heads when their new mommies appear and say "There is your new family - go to them" Bio: According to my friends and family, Hunter is my son. My white furry son. He is my big boy and I can't imagine a day without him. He is a very big trouble maker and I always ask people if they want him. I've mentioned I was going to put him up for adoption, but in all reality, I never would. I couldn't. He is part of my life now, a very big part actually. He has that "two year old toddler" mentality that'll never grow up. He is clingy, needy, whiny, and did I mention a trouble maker? He makes me smile, laugh, cry, angry, irritated etc. Now that he has been around for a while, I can't imagine a day without my big boy.
Hunter is my white, Turkish Van imposter, Maine Coon trilling, licking, sleeping next to my face so I inhale fur, Ragdoll flopping, skinny, trouble making big boy, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love my Hunter Lives Remaining: 9 of 9 Forums Motto: Master of Disaster!
This morning, mom was getting ready for work. She was sitting on the bed putting her sneakers on. I was sitting on the bed too, waiting for mom to turn the TV on. I was just looking at it. Mom doesn't put the TV on in the morning. Well I started to look at the screen. There was another cat in the TV!! My tail started to go, and I was agitated. This is how the conversation with mom went...
Me: "Meow"
Mom: "Hunty, I'm not putting the TV on"
Me: "Mrrraow"
Mom: "Oh Hunty, its just your reflection. There is no other cat"
Me: (I started to growl at the TV)
Mom: "Hunter, c'mon now, its just the TV. You know better"
Me: (Growling under my breath)
Mom: "Okay Hunty, lets go. Want breakfast? Fancy Feast?"
All mom had to say was breakfast, and out the door I ran. There is another cat in the TV. I saw him. He looked just like me. I didn't eat much of my fancy feast. I ran back into the bedroom and tried to get behind the tv. I couldn't fit because its against the wall. So I jumped on moms computer table instead and tried to get the other cat in the TV. Mom kept on saying "Keep it up Hunty, you're gonna get in trouble" So I jumped on my platform and layed down. I think while mom is at work, I'm gonna see if I can get behind the TV. I don't like other cats. Teaka is lucky she is a dog. Otherwise I'd smackety paw her and show her whose boss. Wait, I do that anyway... hehehe
Hunter has been such a good boy lately. I am very proud of him. He has not escaped once in over a week. With him being locked up in my bedroom at night, I thought he would go stir crazy. Nope, he has been such a good boy!! He doesn't whine or try to get out. He will eat his dinner, and either play with his toys on the floor or sleep with me. Then like clockwork, he will wake me up when my alarm rings. I couldn't be more proud of him.
He still tries to attack the feral cats outside through the slider. He does not like other cats. On occasion he will pounce on Teaka like he used to when he was little. He no longer eats dog food. Apparently the dog food doesn't appeal to him. Its Turkey. Hunter hates turkey. But, he will lick the dog after she eats. I guess he likes the Turkey/Yorkie mix. lol. ;) Hunter has started to calm down a bit. Only slightly though. He hasn't run through the house lately. Sometimes he will get the zoomies, but not like before. All of this could be because of the heat. Although we have AC, I guess the seasons get to him.
Overall I'm very lucky to have Hunter. He is a very smart, healthy boy.
I'm a Mommas boy. Its okay, i'm not ashamed to say it. I love my mom! I have been a very good boy at night, staying in the bedroom. I don't whine, cause trouble, pull moms hair. I either hang out in the hammock of my cat tree (this is a new thing for me), go on my towers, or sleep in my bed. Then usually in the middle of the might, I sleep with mom on the bed. It has been working out really well. Mom feels safe that I'm not escaping, and we can all sleep at night instead of listening to me yeowl. I think mom was afraid at first, that I would go stir crazy. But nope, I'm good.
Last night and this morning, I tried to hide under moms chin. She was on her iPad and I walked up onto her and did a hard headbutt under her chin and tried to hide. Normally I'm not a lap kitty, but I'm starting to be. On occasion I'll just lay on moms lap. Then she feels the need to pet me. Oh boy do I purr. I tried to hide under moms chin again this morning. I lay my head right under her chin and pretend no one can see me. I'm a total love bug in the morning.
I have to go lick Teaka now. She smells like Turkey.
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