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Meet the three kings of the house! First is Ick...it is short for Ichabod (Ichabod Crane, the Headless Horseman), which is a name that suited him well at the time....as a kitten he was always getting his head stuck in things! He's 11 years old, we got him as a kitten in 1998. He is always watching for a lap to lay in, likes to sleep under the blankets at night, and is often found underfoot in the kitchen, watching for crumbs to drop. He also has lymphoma, and if ya met him, you'd see he's pretty skinny. But he's very happy! Although recently, he I was told by the vet that this may be his last season with us (summer of 2009). It is now 2011 and he's still here...he just keeps hanging on! He's 13 years old this year. UPDATE: Sir Ichabod left his illness behind, for a new and better life on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge on Friday, January 13th, 2012. He was only months away from his 14th birthday. Thank you to Dr. Kristine Collins at Sauk Point Veterinary Clinic for all of your wonderful care with Ick through the years. I promised him I'd not let him suffer, and as hard as it was, I fulfilled that promise. Sam started out as my mom's cat, but eventually came to live with us when she wanted a dog, and we knew Sam wasn't going to approve. I have to admit, I was thrilled with that, because Sam formerly had come to spend weekends here occasionally for "playdates" with our cats, he was so easy going that way, he could come spend a day or two here, then go back home. He's a pretty special guy...he's usually laying upside down somewhere, all splayed out, when he's not following me around the house. Or playing in the kitty fountain. No matter what he's doing though, he's usually gotta know where I am. But he also likes things on his terms...as far as being picked up and held, or cuddling....it's gotta be when he wants it. He's just sometimes too busy, and has to play! He was born on Leap Day, 2008. Taz....the spazz.... my husband brought him home as a longhaired, spitfire little tornado in 2004. He kept everyONE and everyTHING on their toes at all times. He thinks he rules the world around here, he's very much a talker, but he's not much of a lap cat, things must be on his terms. He will come and sleep on my pillow at night, but if I even acknowledge his presence, by petting him, he's usually gone. He's just quite independent, although is also our biggest talker. He will go off to sleep during the day, usually sleeping in my closet, and when he gets up, he comes out, eyes half shut, sleepy-voiced, but loudly announces to everyone "I am here now! I am awake! Give me some attention!" All three of our boys usually are in bed with us at night, Ick under the blankets, Little Guy right next to me, and Taz...well, he's either at my feet, on my pillow, or attacking anything that moves. So there are our kitties....who think they run the show around here. I don't tell them any different.....things change with cats...you cannot just keep plants wherever you'd like, they will shred them. You can't leave ANYTHING on the counter, or the minute you turn your back, although they know they are not supposed to be up there, they'll be up grabbing anything in sight. Well, Ick does, anyway. The other two are well behaved, but Ick is very, VERY naughty. Can't leave balloons or my son's inflatable toys laying around, they'll pop them. Can't decorate the lower third of the Christmas tree or the ornaments will be all over the house. And if you can't find something, chances are one of the cats drug it off somewhere. But we love 'em...and I KNOW I can never live life without a cat in the house.
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