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Dec. 21st, 2006
Almost missed it...
Dec. 21st, 2006 03:44 pmTwo years ago today I made the following post:
http://jadecat.livejournal.com/49375.html
Two years ago yesterday I picked up a certain Mr. Leopolde from the Humane Society and brought him into our house for the first time. :) He was due to come home a few days earlier, but once it was realized that he was still quite the boy cat- he had to stay until that could be taken care of.
So here's a 'Happy Adoption Day! (slightly belated) to Leopolde 'Danger Boy!!' Allen Fogg!!
To Leo, in the two years that he's been a part of our lives he's been sweet, very entertaining; after all he DID earn the nickname Danger Boy!! and sleeps in a metal cake pan, and is still waiting for Sasha to forgive him for hissing at her. I know, I know, he only hissed at her that one time, and it was right after he came into the apartment for the first time so he was drugged and disoriented. However, she's still mad.
With his exceedingly fuzzy tail he acts as a decent ceiling duster as he makes his way across the TOP of the vertical blinds. If you should comment on this to him he will simply look at you as if to say 'what? it's not a bridge?' Comparatively speaking, he's got a rather little voice, and he keeps his statements short- unlike his elder sister Sasha who orates narratives of a longer nature.
Leo has helped me turn my hubby from a 'cats are okay' kinda guy to the kinda guy that refers to himself has 'daddy' to cats and has decided that Leo is his cat. Leo has already decided that my hubby is HIS person, and I'm okay, but no daddy. Leo has even managed to get over his fear of the dog, and now they almost, kinda, sorta play. Though Leo will whine about it sometimes, it not being fair and all that the dog is bigger than him...
The picture in the icon is from the very first night we had Leo home. In it, he's recovering from having his bits removed, and is in desperate need of a bath.
Here he is six months after that:
And here's a few weeks ago:
He's an amazing little fellow and I'm very glad that he's a part of my life.
http://jadecat.livejournal.com/49375.html
Two years ago yesterday I picked up a certain Mr. Leopolde from the Humane Society and brought him into our house for the first time. :) He was due to come home a few days earlier, but once it was realized that he was still quite the boy cat- he had to stay until that could be taken care of.
So here's a 'Happy Adoption Day! (slightly belated) to Leopolde 'Danger Boy!!' Allen Fogg!!
To Leo, in the two years that he's been a part of our lives he's been sweet, very entertaining; after all he DID earn the nickname Danger Boy!! and sleeps in a metal cake pan, and is still waiting for Sasha to forgive him for hissing at her. I know, I know, he only hissed at her that one time, and it was right after he came into the apartment for the first time so he was drugged and disoriented. However, she's still mad.
With his exceedingly fuzzy tail he acts as a decent ceiling duster as he makes his way across the TOP of the vertical blinds. If you should comment on this to him he will simply look at you as if to say 'what? it's not a bridge?' Comparatively speaking, he's got a rather little voice, and he keeps his statements short- unlike his elder sister Sasha who orates narratives of a longer nature.
Leo has helped me turn my hubby from a 'cats are okay' kinda guy to the kinda guy that refers to himself has 'daddy' to cats and has decided that Leo is his cat. Leo has already decided that my hubby is HIS person, and I'm okay, but no daddy. Leo has even managed to get over his fear of the dog, and now they almost, kinda, sorta play. Though Leo will whine about it sometimes, it not being fair and all that the dog is bigger than him...
The picture in the icon is from the very first night we had Leo home. In it, he's recovering from having his bits removed, and is in desperate need of a bath.
Here he is six months after that:
And here's a few weeks ago:
He's an amazing little fellow and I'm very glad that he's a part of my life.
