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Weekend Cat Blogging

Kittaya, our little darling, playing in snow. He is so excited to see the snow flakes falling and he tries to catch them all with his tongue.

Kittaya Playing with Snow Flakes - on our deck

Kittaya Playing with Snow

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Posted by Indira©Copyrighted in Zen (Personal), Kittaya (Saturday January 7, 2006 at 8:35 am- permalink)

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13 comments for Weekend Cat Blogging »

  1. Kittaya,chaala mudduga unnadu.

    Comment by Sailaja — January 7, 2006 @ 9:55 am

  2. I live in CA and my cat ( a big fat black tomcat) won’t even go out on the wet deck after it rains. He doesn’t like to get his feeties wet. What a prima donna! He could learn something from your beautiful little guy! Lovely pictures.

    Comment by Diane — January 7, 2006 @ 12:05 pm

  3. Hi, Indira,

    I was wondering why the family was huddled around the monitor saying, “Awwwww!”
    Not being a cat lover - no offense to you, it’s just my nature - I have to reluctantly admit, though, that Kittaya is one cute kitty, especially when he’s wearing bling or chasing snow flakes with his pink tongue.
    So, what’s his story? How did he adopt you?

    Comment by Terri — January 7, 2006 @ 5:59 pm

  4. Kittaya in the snow is a lovely picture indeed!

    Mine are all indoor kitties except for Pyewacket, who is too anti-social with other cats to stay inside. But, I do have cool pictures of him in the snowy woods where we used to live.

    Comment by Barbara — January 7, 2006 @ 7:46 pm

  5. Hi Sailaja…avunu kada, memu kuda, alage anukuntamu kittaya gurunchi, chaala bagunttadu ani.:)

    Hello Diane…Our neighbours cats are like yours.:) What’s your cat name?
    Kittaya, he spends atleast one hour outside, rain or shine. He grew up like that.Otherwise, he gets antsy.

    Hi Terri.. are you ready for a tear jerker?:)

    Kittaya has an amazing survival story.

    During last March, on one of those bitter cold snowy days, a strange cat walked into our kitchen. Though it was very dirty, it wasn’t a usual cat. It had a lot of hair and beautiful long tail. Our neighbor has two cats, but this wasn’t one of those. We thought it was somebody’s cat in the neighborhood, who didn’t take good care of it. It looked around for a minute and went away. Couple of days later it appeared again. It looked like it was looking for something. We again thought that it was somebody’s cat in the neighborhood and we didn’t pay much attention to it. Truthfully, we wanted to send it out of our house.

    After another few days, he appeared again on our deck and he had a wound on his tail. Then, we learned some details about him from the kids nextdoor. They told us that he was an abandoned cat and our neighbor, Lina (who already had two cats)was taking care of him. We felt sorry that he was wounded, but we didn’t pay much attention to him even at that time. As I said, we didn’t pay much attention to him… but he started paying attention to us. He kept coming back to our house everyday. The other two cats of our neighbor never entered our house, though they come sat on our deck sometimes. But, this one would come and walk around in the house, would come to us and would look in the eyes. He made us notice him with his beautiful looks. He was a young cat, may be 3 or 4 months old.

    The wound he had on his tail got worse. He was with Lina, the neighbor at that time. She took him to the vet and had a bandage. Few days had passed. By this time he was living between our house and our neighbor’s house. Couple of days here and couple of days there. We were applying the ointment and changing the dressing on his tail regularly, but it didn’t help much. The wound didn’t heal and he had lost all the hair on his tail. But he was happy though. He was very playful and was engaging us a lot with his acts. Lina took him to the vet and he suggested using the ointments for few more days. He also said that if it wouldn’t improve we would have to cut his tail. We waited few more days, the situation was not better but the would was spreading up the tail to the body.

    One day, Lina said she was going to take him to the vet to get him examined again. That was early spring, sunny clear afternoon. We were waiting for her to come back from the vet. We saw her parking her car and went to her. Her looks were sad. She said “guess what happened”. I didn’t say anything. She said again “he had his tail removed” and I could see tears in her eyes. She took him out of the basket and I can never forget his looks at that time. Poor guy was crying just like us and was moaning from pain.

    He had such a gorgeous, long tail and with the tail removed, all that remained was about one and half inches tail with a bandage around. He had about one and half foot long tail before.

    He was so cute and playful. We were very sad to see him crying like that. Lina had him in her house for about a week. He didn’t play or eat well. He was just lying quiet. Slowly he recoverd and came back to his full energy.

    We knew that Lina didn’t have much money for all these expenses. We didn’t know how much it would cost, but we offered her to pay for all the vet’s expenses. We didn’t think that it was an expense, we just wanted to do it.

    This is how it all started and once he recovered, he was spending more time in our house. He is the little prince in our house, unlike Lina’s where he had to compete with two other cats for attention. Lina also understood that we liked him a lot and offered us to adopt him. We wouldn’t have gotten him if it wasn’t for Lina. She also taught us how to take care of this beautiful, playful, little darling. We always thank her for all her help.

    Now Kittaya is a part of our family.
    Long story short :) , that’s how he adopted us, Terri.

    Barbara…That’s funny. There is always one, an independant in every group.:)

    Comment by Indira — January 7, 2006 @ 9:44 pm

  6. That sure moved me..Kittaya is fortunate to be in good loving care.

    Comment by Sailaja — January 8, 2006 @ 5:19 am

  7. Kittaya’s story is definitely a tear-jerker. Being a pet owner myself, I was emotional reading your story. I’m glad you were able to adopt Kittaya. Those pics of him are absolutely gorgeous, esp. the 2nd one.

    Comment by Vee — January 8, 2006 @ 1:10 pm

  8. Just as much as you adopted him–he adopted you.

    Creatures come to people who will care for them out of instinct, I think. Sometimes, I do believe it is fate, or maybe luck at work, or who knows, the hand of the Divine.

    And you know–in all the pictures you have posted of him, I never noticed a lack of a tail. Kittaya so handsome, I never would have thought he was tailless.

    Beauty comes in all shapes, sizes and species.

    Indira says…
    I believe that too, Barbara. We are very thanksful that he decided to stay in our home and gave us a chance to look after him. He not only looks good, but really has a sweet and pleasant personality to match his looks. I don’t know how someone could left him in that condition at such an young age. This kitty saw life and he knows pain and he acts like it. Very mature for such a young age.

    Comment by Barbara — January 8, 2006 @ 2:30 pm

  9. My turn to say, “Awwwww!” Both you and Lina have your hearts in the right places.

    Comment by Terri — January 8, 2006 @ 4:53 pm

  10. He is a beautiful cat Indira and he obvioulsy enjoys sharing his life with you

    Comment by clare eats — January 8, 2006 @ 11:52 pm

  11. Kittaya is absolutely beautiful and your pictures are great!

    Comment by Rosa — January 9, 2006 @ 4:36 am

  12. That is a lovely story about how Kittaya adopted you. Sniff! He looks so happy in the snow and I love the one where he is trying to lick those snowflakes.

    Comment by boo_licious — January 11, 2006 @ 6:14 am

  13. What wonderful photos! I love watching animals playing in the snow… We had a little puppy (Dachshund) once, who was just too afraid to go out and face her first snow at all… It took us lots of goodies to convince her - and she loved it ever since :)

    Comment by Nicky — January 12, 2006 @ 2:31 am

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