Category Archives: The Cat that Lived

It’s the Fifth Annual Finding Jaina Day

Five years ago we came across a little ball of fluff in the parking lot of our apartment. Walked right in front of the car as we were heading to work.   There’s no way we were leaving that little thing in the parking lot to get run over, so we took her home.

Jaina 2011-12-28

Jaina on Day One (more or less)

The Missus washed her up and we fed her and gave her a place to sleep. By the 2nd day she’d learned to climb up the side of the bed and sleep in the divot between our pillows.

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I haz Sunbeam (Jaina on Day 2 or so)

We took her in to the vets because we had a free checkup exam coupon and they told us that she had FIP and wouldn’t last six weeks.  We took her home and determined that her last days on Earth would be good ones.

Five years later, she’s still ticking, and pretty much running the place.  Later vet visits did not support that diagnosis, as one might guess by now.

Jaina 2016-12-12

You weren’t using this chair, were you? (Jaina, Dec 2016)

I don’t have any good pics of her in profile, but in shape and temperament she resembles a little bear, thus we call her Bearcat.

Her compatriots have changed a little since last year. Fortunately, we didn’t lose any kitties. But we picked up a couple.

Morgan 2015-08-27

Wacha doin, daddy? (Morgan, circa Nov 2015)

This little thing is no longer a little thing. We picked her up last year and gave her to the step-daughter. Unfortunately, this little kitten, named Morgan, was too energetic for her other kitty, an older cat that wasn’t in the mood to play. So we took her back in. She’s now quite a bit larger and a little hellion, but at least she’s not climbing up my back any more.

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Butterscotch and Morgan, 2016

Butterscotch (pictured here with Morgan), or more properly known as Professor Jiggly Butterscotch, First of his Name, was the cat that guarded our apartment, fighting off cats twice his size for first shot at the magical food bowl we put out for him each day. We snagged him when we moved, and he’s adapted quite well to being a house cat. Still made of bricks and capable of tanking the entire neighborhood if he needs to, he’s secretly a very loving kitty that sometimes finds himself not sure how to deal with little Morgan, who is not much younger than he.

BTW, his name was inspired by this internet find (which I believe I got from Rades on Twitter), as he resembled the original quite a bit when he was younger.

Prof Jiggly

Professor Jiggly Meme

That MWAHAHAHA face kills me every time.

In other Jaina news, she’s learned that she kinda likes being a lap kitty, but only on her terms. You don’t pick up the little bear. The little bear gets in your lap and you can then love upon her if you wish. If not, she’ll take a nap anyway.

Her fur is still kitten-soft at five years, further enhancing the theory that she’s got quite a bit of Berman in her.

She’s still adept at stealing my chair when she wants it (as seen above), and will let loose with blood curdling growlies if you pick her up to relocate her. As mentioned in a previous installment, that growlie made a trained veterinarian technician NOPE right the hell outta there.

So that’s the lay of the land for the Cat That Lived. Stay tuned next year for more information on the life of a cat that shouldn’t be alive, according to one vet. I’ve never been more happy to see someone proven wrong.

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Jaina, Dec 2016, inquiring as to the location of the noms.

Today is the Fourth Annual Finding Jaina Day

Not actually Jaina but pretty damned close.

Not actually Jaina but pretty damned close.

Just over four years ago, the vets at a certain chain vet clinic which will shall remain unamed told us that this little stray Birman kitten we found in the parking lot had less than six months to live.  I named her Jaina for her fighting spirit. Four years later, she’s still at large, and in charge.

It has been a momentus year for The Cat Who Lived. She’s moved to a new house, which she likes very much.

Say Hi to Butterscotch AKA Professor Jiggley

Say Hi to Butterscotch AKA Professor Jiggly

She has gained a new “sibling”, another stray we picked up named Butterscotch (a “ginger” if that matters to you).

 

 

 

 

Morgan Circa Aug 2015 when I named her "Tracer". It didn't stick.

Morgan Circa Aug 2015 when I named her “Tracer”. It didn’t stick.

Then she picked up another new “sibling” named Morgan, a kitten that also had no home. She hates them both, of course, as she hates all other cats, so that’s nothing new.

Her biggest adventure this year was a visit to the vet’s for a checkup and nail trimming. The ruckuss she raised when the trimming came up was so powerful that the vetinary tech NOPED right outta there when the vet showed up for the exam, and never came back. She’s a very fearsom 10 pounds of fluff and anger, and we still lover her very much.

Our little kitten has become somewhat more sociable, but only on her terms. On chilly nights I may wake up with her plopped up against my back. If I turn around to face her, she’s gone. But it’s a start.

Why are u pointing that at meh and how much will u pay to stay alive as a result?

Why are u pointing that at meh and how much will u pay to stay alive to make up 4 it?

Every year we have with The Cat That Lived is a year that we were told that would not have. I treasure every day with this cantankerous, rowdy, antisocial, bearcat kitten of mine. Who needs boring when one can have the excitement of living with Jaina? Totes worth it, y’all.

The Third Annual Jaina Finding Day: Belated Edition

I was supposed to get this written up by Dec 21st, which is the anniversary of when we actually found little Jaina wandering around the parking lot.

Jaina 2011-12-28 Scruffy but all ours

But my attempts to capture a good pic of her in profile delayed this post.  The reason for this is because I wanted to share why we have taken to calling her "Bearcat" – basically, she’s shaped like this.

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My understanding is that this is the normal shape for Birman cats.  We’re still not 100% sure of her ancestry, since there is a little bit of something else in there as well, but aside from the overall coloring, she still maintains all the characteristics of that breed, including fur as soft as a kitten’s. The temperament is somewhat different than Cat Fancier standard, but I’ve long considered such things to be outside the realm of genetics, anyway.

Nevertheless, she still has her cuddly side, but it rarely comes out. When it does, she typically jumps up onto my keyboard tray and head butts my hand until I give her chin scritches.  She doesn’t do purr and she doesn’t do cuddle, but she does have her affectionate side. I’ll take it.

The Cat that Lived, who still defies the physicians at Banfield, has also picked up her own kitten, which requires a bit of explanation.

This has been a tough year in Casa de Grimmtooth for the felines citizens. We first lost Psycho Cat earlier this year as she wound down her hard knock existence with us. Mrs Grimm said she probably didn’t even know she was a cat, and her disdain for all other felines certainly seemed to bear that out.

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Josie explaining to Mrs G that the PC was ebil and she should pay attention to Josie instead

The other loss was Leon, dubbed Old Man Cat for his somewhat unique voice.  Big, rumbly, and loving, he started to lose interest in eating, and it was downhill from there. He was Jaina’s pal at times, though she didn’t really appreciate the cuddling part. 

Jaina and Leon 2012-05-13

Fortunately, Mrs G was happy to stand in.

Leon 2014-04-02That brings us to our new residents.  While taking Leon to the Shelter to have him euthanized, we thought about maybe coming back to pick up a kitten for the rotation. A sweet little black kitten poked Mrs G as she walked by her cage, and presented chin for scritches and purrs for our enjoyment.  We pretty much concluded that since she did such a great sales job, we’d take her home.  As we considered her, her neighbor, a beautiful gray kitten reached out and said, "Me too!"  Unable to split up a great team ((They weren’t, actually.)), we decided to take them both home.  We named them Washburn and Zoey … for reasons ((If you don’t get where that came from, I don’t know you.)). 

Wash and Zoey 2014-09-16

Zoey, at least, lives up to the Warrior Woman thingy.

Zoe 2014-10-18 (Soon)

Zoey is also now officially Jaina’s kitten.  The two of them spend time snuggling, fixing each other’s ears, hugging, tussling, and otherwise being the cutest things for yards around.  Sometimes Wash joins in the fracas, but in general the gals keep him in line.  Captain Harble tries to steal my seat or otherwise lurks in the top of the cat tree.

Having the new kittens has given her opportunities to socialize, which she didn’t have previously. All the other cats were a lot more mature than she, and had no desire to play. Now, we hear the thunder of a herd of kitty hooves pretty much every morning. It’s a joyful sound.

So we’re now in Jaina’s third year. According to sources, this is how long Birman cats take to mature, so she’s as big as she’s going to get, and as such is a tiny little thing. I don’t know if that’s normal for that clan, but it kinda rules out Rag Doll since they get kinda big.

Jaina, like her namesake, is a tough gal, accepts no shit from anyone, and has carved out a niche for herself and settled in well. We now enter a new phase of her life as she assumes the role of Auntie Jaina.

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Don’t wake Auntie Jaina unless the Nip is ready.