Macky, Mowie, and Sunny

First off, Mac, Sunny and Mowie would like to thank The Zoo for introducing them to the Cat Blogosphere.  We’ve been super busy but we will get around to looking at all of our new friend’s blogs.  Afterall, we love nothing more than others to share litter box stories with!

And yes we know, it’s been a while since we’ve posted a picture or a video.  It’s coming.

In other news, ever since the boys were neutered a week and a half ago, Mac has been so well behaved.  Still cute and playful, just without the toe biting, smacking Mowie, wrecking the house behavior.  Sunny, however, has compensated for Macky’s goodness.  He is still running out the front door, pressing buttons on the laptop, shredding paper… all of Mac’s favorite past times.  It’s as if they switched roles…

Mowie’s happy with a hard belly rub and constant inflow of food.

We’ve been trying to tell Mac that since he’s almost a year old now he should act like a big boy.  We don’t mean we want him to lose the adorable kitten factor, we just want him to lose the annoying kitten factor.  We thought maybe he realized he’s growing up and would mature a little… but we were wrong.  Last night he was in full effect, pulling socks off of our feet, stealing things and hiding them under the bed and annoying Mowie in any way possible.

We love that cat :)

Dear Mowie,

Hearing about Barbaro has gotten us a little sentimental and made us realize how quickly things can change.  We know that everyone here knows your story, and most people have been begged to take you as their own.  We just want you to know that we are NEVER giving you away.  Keeping you was the best decision we’ve ever made.

We know you’re often not mentioned on here, or rather, get overshadowed by Mac and Sunny.  But the truth is, we love you all the same.  Just because you don’t break your leg or chew things you’re not supposed to and get ulcers doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve blog time. We’re sorry.

We don’t know your birthday, or even how old you are.  We don’t even know your real name! (Tabby?  Fluffy?  Mary?!)  But none of that matters now.  I have known since the first day I met you what an incredible cat you were- it was just a matter of getting everyone else to see it (even your beloved dad at times).  We hope your image hasn’t been tainted with stories of you trying to eat Macky, or chasing Sunny around in circles, or having to keep you in your own, small room.  We were new parents with a new kitty and we just didn’t know you that well.

Everyday you become more and more of your own person, in a cat way.  You’ve become so trusting around Mac and Sunny.  We can tell how much you love playing with them and love when they give you baths.  You are always the cat to sit with us and watch tv or greet us at the door.  Nevermind the fact that you’re incredibly funny.  We just hope that you’ll continue to pass your discipline and idealistic habits onto Mac and Sunny (God knows they need it..)

Now that we know you so well, it breaks our hearts to know what you’ve been through and how well you reacted.  You were so resilient, and not bitter one bit.  Now you’re becoming a little princess (minus the girly stuff) and you deserve every bit of the spoiling you get.

Love,

the people who feed you.

I’ve had this picture of Mac on my phone forever and Mike just figured out that he can email it :)

I cannot believe how well Mac has improved over the last few days. He’s a constant ball of energy and so completely curious about his surroundings. Mac is eating like crazy to the point where we’re almost tempted to ask him to stop — and to think, just two days ago, we were begging him to eat.

He’s the cutest thing in the world.

We took him to the vet today, because the poor guy has yet to poop (sorry Mac, didn’t mean to blow up your spot). She gave him some form of tooth-paste-looking-cream. I sure hope that cat decides to poop one of these days. Regardless, she said Mac was doing just fine. :D

Macintosh (Mac, Big Mac, etc) was brought into our lives just yesterday. We found him barely alive in Rebecca’s driveway — grasping for air, barely moving, and covered with parasites.

A vet trip and twelve hours later, he’s coming around for the better — eating food off of our fingers, peeing all over me, and meowing left and right.

Lets just hope he continues to improve. He has a great life ahead of him.