My Kids Vol. 3- Savini
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kittenspeaksSavini Loves His Mommy...
Ok. it is a horrible picture of me but it is the perfect image of my boy.
Savini...aka BoyBoy or The Man of the House.
Savini was my supposed birthday present from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
initiate in 2002. The truth of the matter is that jolefay did all the work so I consider him a gift from her. (She also gave me the Lilith Living Dead Doll that year.) Savini was another rescue. Someone had posed in ljatlanta that they had taken in a stray kitten because the momma cat had died in their neighborhood recently. So, after jolefay put us in touch I went over to meet the sweet little caramel colored baby. Then I was told the story. The garbage truck came in the morning. The apartment wasn't far from the area where the large dumpsters were. They heard the truck come. pick up the dumpsters in their large lifty things, dump them one by one and then drive away. A few minutes later they heard a horrible noise. They described it as "someone murdering a child". Upon investigation they found a cat half trapped under one of the large, heavy, metal dumpsters. By the cats head was a small kitten. Mercifully the put the momma cat out of her misery and took the sickly, flea ridden kitten inside. They bottle fed the baby and about two weeks later is when they found me.
Savini was taken home and he immediately took over. He was rambunctious and he terrorized the other cats. Neko and Lugosi (Still very much kittens in their own rights) loved it. All the boys bonded and the played constantly. Savini was quite the little monster...hence- the Naming of him after one of my idols- Tom Savini. (The girls were a little less than thrilled with the playful little boy in the house.)
Savini has all the typical, wonderful traits of most orange tabby cats. He is friendly, cuddly, curious and fat. He loves to lay on my chest to sleep. (This was great when he was a kitten but now that he weighs about 15lbs it is a little more of a challenge.) He sleeps in the crook of my arm with his head on my shoulder. He stands up on his back legs and stretches his hands up to asked to be picked up. He loves to be carried around on my hip like a toddler while I cook, do laundry and other household tasks. He has taken Mussolini's place as "Your Head Counselor her at Camp Kitty Fun".
Savini wants to know what is in your mouth. Always. When he meets you he is likely to demand to be picked up and then sniff at your lips until you open your mouth and let him look inside. Then he's done and will leave you alone. Once a cable repair guy came to the house and was on the floor working on stuff on the floor. Savini kept getting in his face and trying to look in his mouth. I told the guy just to open his mouth and let Savini look. He didn't. Savini shoved himself between the guy and the wall, sat up on his fat butt, put one paw on the guys chest and with the other paw proceeded to pull at the guys chin (no claws, just paw) to open his mouth. The guy finally gave in and opened his mouth. Savini sniffed at it and then was apparently satisfied and left. *g* My boy is determined.
He still loves to play. One of his favorite games with new people (guys anyway) is to offer up his belly for tickling. When they fall for it he attacks them. Hampton fell for this one allot. He always thought he could win....he was wrong. Savini always won. *evil grin* (Despite this he was still Hampton's favorite. )
Ok. it is a horrible picture of me but it is the perfect image of my boy.
Savini...aka BoyBoy or The Man of the House.
Savini was my supposed birthday present from
initiate in 2002. The truth of the matter is that jolefay did all the work so I consider him a gift from her. (She also gave me the Lilith Living Dead Doll that year.) Savini was another rescue. Someone had posed in ljatlanta that they had taken in a stray kitten because the momma cat had died in their neighborhood recently. So, after jolefay put us in touch I went over to meet the sweet little caramel colored baby. Then I was told the story. The garbage truck came in the morning. The apartment wasn't far from the area where the large dumpsters were. They heard the truck come. pick up the dumpsters in their large lifty things, dump them one by one and then drive away. A few minutes later they heard a horrible noise. They described it as "someone murdering a child". Upon investigation they found a cat half trapped under one of the large, heavy, metal dumpsters. By the cats head was a small kitten. Mercifully the put the momma cat out of her misery and took the sickly, flea ridden kitten inside. They bottle fed the baby and about two weeks later is when they found me.Savini was taken home and he immediately took over. He was rambunctious and he terrorized the other cats. Neko and Lugosi (Still very much kittens in their own rights) loved it. All the boys bonded and the played constantly. Savini was quite the little monster...hence- the Naming of him after one of my idols- Tom Savini. (The girls were a little less than thrilled with the playful little boy in the house.)
Savini has all the typical, wonderful traits of most orange tabby cats. He is friendly, cuddly, curious and fat. He loves to lay on my chest to sleep. (This was great when he was a kitten but now that he weighs about 15lbs it is a little more of a challenge.) He sleeps in the crook of my arm with his head on my shoulder. He stands up on his back legs and stretches his hands up to asked to be picked up. He loves to be carried around on my hip like a toddler while I cook, do laundry and other household tasks. He has taken Mussolini's place as "Your Head Counselor her at Camp Kitty Fun".
Savini wants to know what is in your mouth. Always. When he meets you he is likely to demand to be picked up and then sniff at your lips until you open your mouth and let him look inside. Then he's done and will leave you alone. Once a cable repair guy came to the house and was on the floor working on stuff on the floor. Savini kept getting in his face and trying to look in his mouth. I told the guy just to open his mouth and let Savini look. He didn't. Savini shoved himself between the guy and the wall, sat up on his fat butt, put one paw on the guys chest and with the other paw proceeded to pull at the guys chin (no claws, just paw) to open his mouth. The guy finally gave in and opened his mouth. Savini sniffed at it and then was apparently satisfied and left. *g* My boy is determined.
He still loves to play. One of his favorite games with new people (guys anyway) is to offer up his belly for tickling. When they fall for it he attacks them. Hampton fell for this one allot. He always thought he could win....he was wrong. Savini always won. *evil grin* (Despite this he was still Hampton's favorite. )
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Date: 2007-02-05 12:23 am (UTC)My cat fought an M&M I dropped on the floor today. She was bigger, but it was smarter.
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Date: 2007-02-05 12:28 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-02-05 12:43 am (UTC)Obviously this was a very special and gifted M&M. If it was one of the standards like Green or Brown...even the mythed Green or the newly altered Red then your cat would have won the battle.
Next time Mon Chat Ami...next time...
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Date: 2007-02-05 12:50 am (UTC)Next time she will probably not fare much better. She lost a fight with a paper bag a while ago: http://gtf.org/uglor/pics/artgame/happybaglose.jpg
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Date: 2007-02-05 12:53 am (UTC)Oh, and that picture ilicited an uncontrollable audible "awwwww" from me.
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Date: 2007-02-06 04:52 am (UTC)