The Cats That Own Us, part 3

This is a story about Zorah, Tribble, Zorable, a black marble bengal, he came to us as a returned 6 month old. He had been returned to the breeder, as a problem cat with a fixation on bread.

The breeder is not set up for housing cats that are not breeding; therefore Zorah was housed in a cage most of the time.

She had had several couples say they were interested, but then back out or not show up to view him.

The stress on Zorah was such that he had virtually licked himself bald from mid waist area to the tip of his tail.  (The patterns on Bengals go right down to their skin. As you can see in this picture.)

When we brought him home we also discovered that he has a mild cold and sinus infection that had to be treated with antibiotics, but he was otherwise a healthy cat…….and no problem with bread.  We started off by keeping the bread in a container, but one day forgot.  There was no problem, Zorah never bothered our bread at all.

Soon he settled into our household with joy. It quickly became apparent that Zorah has short vocal cords, so his meows are very soft. Not like loud mouthed Mica. That is how he got the nickname “Tribble”, he sounds just like the fluffy things on Star Trek’s “The Trouble with Tribbles”.

My son came up with the “Zorable”.  I guess that was just cause Zorah is so very adorable.

Now, while I claim the Mica is MyCat, it should be noted that Zorah has adopted our dog Brodie. Whenever, Brodie goes outside to do what doggies do outside, Zorah will pace at the patio doors calling.  My son says he is calling, “Brother come in, brother, brother come in.”  This could be true!  Unfortunately, I am not fluent in cat, and cannot therefore be absolutely sure that that is what he is saying, but it makes for a story.

They are best buds as you can see, soaking up the sunshine, or just napping.

Brodie is not sure he wants to be friends with a cat, but every once in a while, I can catch the two of them snuggling up together.

During the summer you have to be diligent watching for him, as you are letting the dog outside, because he will pop out of the door. We don’t know how many times, we have squashed or nearly squashed him between the patio door & doorjamb.

You don’t have to chase him very far, if he does get out, as he will only go to the edge of the deck. Of course if it is raining or there is snow, he will stop, and look back at you as if to say, “What the hey is going on. Come get me.”

Zorah is a little bit of a bully boy with the other cats. Mica just hisses and runs away. Contessa has raised several litters of kittens, she’s not taking any shit. She gives him the old right paw, and then left if it is needed. Tonka’s getting better at standing up for himself. He used to cry and run away, now he gets a little bit more into some fisticuffs before he takes off.

Strangely enough their food box, which is about 3 1/2 feet off the floor is their “home free”, and the cats will stop chasing each other until they get down. (Funny, if you should ask, “Why is their food box so high?” We would have reply, “That is the height that Brodie cannot jump to eat their food.”)

Don’t be misled, the fighting does not escalate, because Brodie will act as the referee, and if Zorah does not tone it down, he will actually straddle him and crouch down to stop him.

My son said that I should blog about Zorah being clumsy. I asked why I should include that, and was told that Zorah had just fallen off his slipper.

Being clumsy is something that all cats can include in their repertoire.  Yesterday Mica was playing in a clothes basket which was sitting on a table.  He got a little too rowdy, and the basket went one way, and he jumped the other.  Remember the scratches  on the upper staircase railing mentioned in ‘Cats That Own Us, part 2’.

Zorah is of the opinion that everyone needs a cat in their lap, no matter what they are doing.  Daddy’s reading a paper – Zorah climbs into his lap on top the paper.  Matthew is reading – well he just needs a Zorah in his lap.  Mommy is working on her laptop – Zorah can help.

He has also been known to invade Mommy’s lap when she is knitting.  Daddy now calls out a warning, if he sees Zorah coming, and I am knitting.  At least, I can lift the knitting up, and after he settles, I can continue to knit.

Zorah is our only declawed cat.  He came to us that way.  I am totally against having cats declawed.  It is not only removing a cat’s claw, but the procedure involves the removal of the first joint on each toe.  I know people do this to prevent a cat clawing up their furniture, but Zorah is our only declawed cat, and he still uses the scrap piece of carpet we’ve put up or the sisal board.  The other three may use either of the afore-mentioned, but they are just as likely to use the carpet on the floor, chairs, wood moulding, etc.  They are slowing being trained to use the appropriate objects, but as with children, it will take time.  Our cats did not come to us as kittens, and bad habits are very hard to change.

I think it is time to end this chapter, and start composing the next…………. CONTESSA, The Cats That Own Us, part 4

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5 Comments

  1. whiteladyinthehood said,

    July 26, 2012 at 2:51 pm

    Zorah is adorable/zorable! Love the photo’s of him and Brodie. (Brodie is a handsome fellow, too) That’s neat that the dog gets along with the cats and is their referee! That sounds like the making of a good funniest home video. You obviously love your animals very much. I enjoy reading your stories, GranmaLadybug.

    • July 26, 2012 at 6:50 pm

      Thank you for your comment. Yes I love them very much, and it is really hard to keep each story to a readable limit. Hope you enjoy the next. Granma.

  2. Sightsnbytes said,

    August 17, 2012 at 10:43 am

    a while ago, my parents took in a little stray who was quite different than most of the cats we have rescued and who have become part of our lives. This little cat (who was so thin you could count her ribs) had the most unusual paws (web feet). even in her almost starving state, she was so intelligent. She immediately took to my mom, who doesn’t really like cats, but usually has all the say to whether they come to stay or not, and from that moment on, she became ‘mom’s cat’.
    From your articles we have discovered that she is a ‘bengal cat’ and quite the little bundle of joy. She is no longer skinny, she closely resembles a weeble now, but she is part of the family and my parents love her. Thanks for the great cat stories, love them

    • August 17, 2012 at 7:54 pm

      Please note in my first story about Cinnabar, that a bengal cat needs “killed virus” shots rather that live virus. They especially should not be given the feline leukemia vaccine.
      Do to the nature of these cats, if they do get the live virus shots they could possibly contract the disease for which they have been innoculated against.
      Having lost Cinnabar, because the previous owner did not listen to the breeder and do thing properly, I hope to prevent this from happening to another bengal cat.
      Thank you for your story, and hope they enjoy her for a long, long time……

  3. October 30, 2013 at 12:47 am

    […] Ladybug did three blogs about our cats, here, here, and here, if you want to go back for a look.  Then she decided that blogging wasn’t really her thing, so […]


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