10-16-2009, 07:01 PM
Hello everyone,
My wife and I live in the mid-Atlantic area of the US. Among our 6 cats (sadly, we had 8 until we lost two to cancer in the last 13 months) we have an 8 year old ragdoll we named Chewbakha (I know, that's not how it was spelled in Star Wars).
Chewbakha came to us as a kitten when my wife had a part time job at a local vet's office. A lady brought him and a littermate into the office one day, saying she had found them under the bleachers at a local little league field. The kittens were malnourished and eaten up with fleas and deer ticks. Unfortunately Chewbakha's brother was too malnourished and anemic and didn't survive. My wife cleaned Chewbakha up and nursed him back to health, and he has thrived in our family, although we believe his early life experience somewhat stunted his growth, as he is not nearly as big as the average ragdoll.
He's a great delight to have around. He follows me from room to room, and is always interested in what is going on. He is very playful, and often insists that one or another of our other cats play with him, whether they want to or not. Our others include a 15 yr old seal point Siamese (whose sister and littermate was one of the ones we lost to cancer just over a year ago), two black shorthairs, a tabby, and a huge orange tabby. The one black shorthair is Chewbakha's usual playmate, although the way he sounds sometimes I can't always say that he thinks they are playing. It's not unusual to wake in the morning to find tufts of black and gray-ish white hair lying around from where they have been "playing."
My wife and I live in the mid-Atlantic area of the US. Among our 6 cats (sadly, we had 8 until we lost two to cancer in the last 13 months) we have an 8 year old ragdoll we named Chewbakha (I know, that's not how it was spelled in Star Wars).
Chewbakha came to us as a kitten when my wife had a part time job at a local vet's office. A lady brought him and a littermate into the office one day, saying she had found them under the bleachers at a local little league field. The kittens were malnourished and eaten up with fleas and deer ticks. Unfortunately Chewbakha's brother was too malnourished and anemic and didn't survive. My wife cleaned Chewbakha up and nursed him back to health, and he has thrived in our family, although we believe his early life experience somewhat stunted his growth, as he is not nearly as big as the average ragdoll.
He's a great delight to have around. He follows me from room to room, and is always interested in what is going on. He is very playful, and often insists that one or another of our other cats play with him, whether they want to or not. Our others include a 15 yr old seal point Siamese (whose sister and littermate was one of the ones we lost to cancer just over a year ago), two black shorthairs, a tabby, and a huge orange tabby. The one black shorthair is Chewbakha's usual playmate, although the way he sounds sometimes I can't always say that he thinks they are playing. It's not unusual to wake in the morning to find tufts of black and gray-ish white hair lying around from where they have been "playing."
