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Oolong is 5 years old and a Tuxedo cat. He is a rescue. He goes by many nicknames including Ooober and Dorka-Orca.
Previously, Oolong's past times were playing with toys of all kinds and rubber bands and practicing his escape techniques. He loved to crouch near the door and dash outside at every possible opportunity just to make sure we stayed in shape.
Then in August, he accomplished this feat unnoticed and was missing in action for almost 3 months. Someone eventually recognized him from our zillions of posters and called us. So now Oolong is stuck in quarantine while we await his retesting for FIP. He lost 4 lbs on his adventure but has been gaining a pound per week since he has been home.
Now Oolong seems to enjoy cuddling and being pet more than anything else! Oh yeah, and FOOD! :) Words cannot even express how happy we are to have him back again! Hopefully he has learned his lesson.
By Laurel, Lewis, Aiden and Avery from Port Orchard, WA
One fall day, a cat I had never seen before simply walked through the open door, came inside, started checking things out, and when I finally noticed him (who knows how long he had actually been there because I was busy painting) he just looked at me as if saying, "Hello, here I am and I now plan to live with you." I can't remember exactly why I named him Jake, but the name just seemed to suit him. He was about six months old.
Jake's looks were as unique as his goofy, carefree personality. He was a polydactyl tuxedo kitty with 24 toes and color markings that were far enough "off the mark" that his nickname was clown kitty. His front paws (7 toes each) looked like boxing gloves and he could even slightly separate the three inside toes from the other four, grab something small between the three and the other four and pinch them closed enough to hold tightly to the item. Each of his back paws had 5 toes and those feet simply seemed huge.
He was an extra long, lanky boy with not a bit of fat, but he did have one of those "lots of extra skin hanging down" type of bellies. Between those huge clunky feet, the lanky body, and then that belly which would swing from side to side made it hysterically funny to watch him run.
He loved playing with Q-tips clenched between the three and four toes and would swing it, with paw in air, back and forth and then release it, chase it and start all over again. He also liked hiding them in between the sofa cushions. His other favorite toy was crumpled up cigarette packages. He would bat those around for what seemed like hours at a time and would even play catch and bring it back to you for more until you thought he was going to pass out from exhaustion and you had to make him stop.
Jake's favorite way to drink water was from a large wide plastic drinking glass where he would stick his closed cupped gloved foot into, scoop the water out and drink from that paw as if it were a bowl. He also loved drinking from a bathtub and would come running when he heard the water filling and wait on the edge until it was high enough for him to bend down and lap the water. Forget it that you wanted to get in there to bathe because you had to wait your turn. LOL!
One more story about sweet Jake before sharing three photos. I had a papier mache comical looking replica of a tuxedo cat for many years that was about a foot and a half tall placed next to a large plant on the floor under a window. The first time Jake noticed it he suddenly stopped, took those jumping back and sideways for a few steps that cats do, hissed, slowly inched his way back towards it, sniffed and then walked away as if nothing had even happened. I just couldn't quit giggling for the longest time.
This first photo gives a bit of an indication of how big Jake's back paws were and shows him in all his leisurely glory, the second photo is a good frontal close up of his goofy off kilter color markings and just how huge his front boxing gloves were and the third photo shows his, "I am going to drink before you can bathe!"
We got Sadie through a Pet Rescue. We fell in love with her at first sight. She was the last of her litter to be sold. My husband thinks it's because she is not perfectly marked. But so what? Her personality is one of a kind!
I still miss my lost cat, but Sadie has helped heel the hole Hudson left. She loves to chase shadows, and likes to annoy my other cat, Mitzi. We have to separate them at night, or else we get no sleep. If you put your hand on the floor and move it just a little, she stalks it, and then turns her whole body upside down before jumping on it. Oh, and she loves to drop her mouses in her water dish!
This is Kizzy...short for Kismet. She is 9 years young. She is known an a domestic shorthaired tuxedo. A friend's daughter moved to Texas and left her mom to do everything from moving her things, the kids and all of it, including find a home for the cat. She was about to "take her out to the country" and I said "No, you are not". She has been my gal ever since. P>She isn't all that active, but daily she loves a massage. I start on her neck, work my way down and when she is ready, she rolls over. By the time she is almost done, she has her front paws up around her ears and I am literally scratching her outstretched arms as if to say "Hallelujah" for her wonderful life!
Kizzy has a "Nanny" voice. You remember the show. I love the actress, but Kizzy's cry is more like a rusty door hinge! When I have been on the computer long enough she will jump up and sit right in front of the screen as if to say..."Ahem. Me thinks you have not paid sufficient homage to my needs".
I have submitted her image on the LOL Cats website and so far, as hoping he will be come famous. She has been featured in the local paper the Statesman Journal here in Salem, OR. She was so relaxed one day that she fell asleep on her "perch" and her head hung over like she had melted!
I am submitting the one today where I must have caught her just right looking for me in the window because the reflection is like she is an alien!
Enjoy my girl, I know I sure have.
By Poor But Proud from Salem OR
Sam (Samara) is a 6 year old Black and White Tuxedo Cat. I adopted Sam for the Humane Society when she was 4 months old. She was found wandering a busy intersection.
This is Kitty Boy our 8 year old black and white tuxedo cat He came to us as a stray on a cold winter day, probably dropped off. I think he was left by an angel as he is our sweet kitty companion.
Mr. Grubs or "Grubby" is a tuxedo cat. He has no tail, and it looks like he's wearing a pair of pants. Grubby first showed up at our front door about 2 years ago. At first I wanted to feed him, because he looked hungry and was very friendly.
Kitter Peabody is a 12 year old Tuxedo cat. Someone had a litter and we picked her! As she ages she likes to hang with the family mostly, although she is still very fit, active and healthy!
Snickers is a 4 year Tuxedo Cat. My 18 1/2 year old cat Pippi (Baby Cat) passed away on 9-30-07, and I was numb with grief and didn't want to get another pet for a while.
Mimzy Marie Blue is a 2 year old grey and white tuxedo cat. We found Mimzy in our local classifieds October 2007 and fell in love the first time we saw her. Which at that time Mimzy was only 3 1/3 weeks old.
Checkers is a three year old Tuxedo cat. She adopted us when she decided she liked our backyard better than her previous owners, our neighbors. She likes to roll in the dirt and chase birds. Checkers is the most well-behaved cat I've ever owned.
Sylvester is a 10 year old Mixed long hair tuxedo cat. I got him 10 years ago. Sylvester was a rescue. Thrown into the woods, after having is whiskers clipped off, he was left to fend for himself.
In January of 2011, my boyfriend's mom received a kitten as a gift from his sister. I had recently been trying to talk my dad into letting me have a cat in the house and he finally gave in, so I asked about getting a kitten from the same place as my boyfriend's mother.
I got him about 11-1/2 years ago, I saw Ping's picture on Petfinder. I drove 2-1/2 hours and arrived at the rescue shelter. After holding and playing with him for a few minutes, I felt an instant bond. I adopted him and he is a wonderful addition to our family.
Baby is a 5 year old Tuxedo Cat. I got her at the Humane Society; Christmas 2000 (I'll never forget that night - my first pet!)
Little Man is our 1 1/2 year old Tuxedo Cat. He was a stray and came to my door on a snowy, cold winter day. He jumped into my arms and I was enchanted.
Kurrundi is 4 years old. He likes to hide in any type of box and wait for the dog to come walking by so he can attack.
Fluffy is 3 years old and a Tuxedo cat. Every night when I walk my dog, the cat Fluffy loves to tag along. I always end up picking him up and carry him home and he gets rather heavy.
This is a photo of our tuxedo cat "Princess PJ". We brought her back from Wichita, KA to Lake Village, AR a little over two years ago to be a mate for our tuxedo tom cat Napster.