By Thanksgiving week, I was lonely for a pet and inquired about an older cat I saw in the newspaper. That cat had just been adopted, but the lady I spoke with learned that I like tuxedo cats. She told me there was a 3 month old tuxedo kitten at the town shelter, that she had rescued and put there for adoption.
I went to see him and liked him immediately. She had placed him there with his brother. They were called Daffy and Donald (like the ducks). Donald had been adopted. I got Daffy, which fits him. I named him Snickers, but sometimes call him Daffy, too.
I named him Snickers because I had a tuxedo male who died in 2006, named Skittles. I wanted a name that was similar but different.
I love to play with words and names, so every pet ends up with a dozen nicknames, or more. Snickers is also called Snix, Snicky, Snicky-Snacky, Kitty Wacky, Wackenpuss, Kitty Baby (which I called him before I settled on his name), Fancy Pants, Silly Puddy and more. He doesn't care what I call him, he just loves it when I talk to him.
Snicky's favorite toy is a box - any box he can get inside of, curl up in, turn upside down in, and scratch up until it eventually falls apart. When he was a kitten he completely destroyed the cardboard cat carrier he came home in from the shelter! Now I bring him the empty cartons from 2 liter Coke bottles. A distant second favorite is the catnip carrot we received from I Love Cats magazine (a subscription gift).
Snicky is a big cat and a little overweight. I'm cutting back on handouts from my meals and may have to change his brand of cat food to a "diet" version. He's very sweet and affectionate, and I'm so glad I decided to get another cat. The only thing I regret is that he and his brother were separated. If I had seen them, I would have taken both.
A month after I adopted Snicky, I adopted an adult, gray, tuxedo female from a rescuer, so he would have company of his own kind. I always wanted a Russian Blue (she is at least part RB) and saw her picture in the paper. Her name is Daisy, and they get along beautifully. Of course they are both fixed and are strictly indoor cats.
One photo is a closeup of Snicky's face. In the other, he is standing on a pile of newspapers on a kitchen chair, looking out the window, which is his favorite thing to do when he is not playing with his box!
Sorry, even though I proofread my story about Snickers, I didn't catch one mistake: Snickers was 3 months old when I adopted him, not 3 weeks. The shelter never would have let them be adopted that young.
I have a very soft spot in my heart for Tuxedo Kitties. Our Boots was with us for 11 good years when our daughters were growing up. He had to be the most patient cat on the planet Earth. He wore doll clothes and rode in doll buggies, and everything was just fine until it came time for them to play in water. Up the tree he'd go and that's where he stayed to watch them while they played. This was 50 years ago and at the time, all pets were pretty much allowed to roam free. Most, like ours stayed very close to their homes and food dishes, and there never seemed to be the numbers of feral cats around as we so often see today. I will admit to many of the neighborhood kittens having a striking resemblance to Boots, but they all had homes so we were never really sure of the relationship they may have had with our Boots.
Just as a good-looking man dressed in a black and white tuxedo catches the eyes of human females, I guess female kitties are drawn to male cats in the same formal dress. :-)
I have a habit of nick-naming all our pets too. Depending on their actions and behavior at any given time, I have different names they are called. They answer to all of them. LOL
Your Snickers is a very good-looking boy. Thank you for sharing him with us. Thumbs Up!
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