Throw Back Thursday: Mr. Fancypants.
We got Fancypants in the Fall of 1997. I don’t remember why we suddenly decided we needed another cat (we had Spanky, Spot, and Tubby already), but we did, and so we went to Huntsville Animal Services. We had decided on a longhair tabby girl, but when we went to fill out the paperwork, someone else had already decided to adopt her. So we looked again, and saw her brother, and adopted him instead!
We originally named him “Stimpy” (because back then Fred was insistent that all our cats have names that start with “S”).
Then one day he was strolling across the room, his long fur blowing in the breeze, and I said “Hello, Mr. Fancypants!” and he was Mr. Fancypants or Fancypants from then on.
Hanging out in the window with Spanky.
He was so gorgeous, and such a brat. If the litter box wasn’t scrupulously clean or we angered him in some way, he’d poop on the carpet right outside the laundry room.
He and Tubby were total BFFs.
In the evenings, when we watched TV, he’d get up in Fred’s lap and roll onto his back. While Fred petted him, he’d slowly slide down Fred’s legs to the floor, lay there in a puddle, and then hop back up. He’d do it over and over again.
Watching birds in the window, with Tubby.
He hated to be brushed, and was prone to tangles, so one day we took him and had his fur cut short.
It was like petting velour, he was SO soft.
In May 2003, he escaped the back yard, and just never came home. We spent weeks searching for him, with no luck. Four months later, deciding that the house was oddly “empty” with “only” four cats, we adopted Mister Boogers from Challenger’s House.
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Dennis in the pagoda cat tree, in the upstairs hallway.
Sweet Tricki. I went by Petsmart yesterday. She was sleeping in the litter box. ::sigh::
Scheming.
Wide-eyed innocent.
More scheming.
Sweet, fluffy Tricki girl.
When I went by Petsmart yesterday, Livia was laying in pretty much this position, just as comfy as she could be.
Sweet sweet sweet girl.
Such a sweet little schemer.
I was messing with the camera settings and Dennis found me deeply annoying (and yet he was purring the entire time.)
Tuesday night Fred let Dennis out into the downstairs for a while. Stefan came along, and Dennis chirped excitedly. They played for a few minutes, and then it was time for bed. We closed the foster room door and Fred left his bedroom door open (we kept the screen door at the bottom of the stairs closed), and after about half an hour, Fred reported that Dennis wouldn’t leave his feet alone. So Fred shut his bedroom door, and we opened the screen door. Dennis had access to the downstairs all night, and I heard him talking and playing for a good part of the night. At one point, he bounded across my bed and flew up onto the cat tree by the window. When Fred got up in the morning, Dennis was curled up in the pagoda cat tree (upstairs). Fred shut the screen door during the day, and Dennis mostly snoozed all day long. He actually didn’t seem at all concerned about not being able to get into the foster room, so that’s good.
I can live with him running around the house at night and hanging out upstairs during the day – well, I can live with him running around the house during the day, too, if he wants to. He’s not a problem, and I don’t mind having him here until we can find him a home. Which will hopefully be soon!
The foster room is scrubbed, stocked with fresh litter, food, and water. In a few hours I’ll be picking up the new guys (no, it’s not a pregnant cat; in fact, there’s no mama in the picture at all this time around), and tomorrow you’ll get to meet them!
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Sugarbutt on the window bed in the front room. This bed hardly gets any use at all; I think Sugarbutt’s the only one I ever see there, and that doesn’t happen very often.
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Previously
2013: “Mama! I am CLEAN ENOUGH!”
2012: “Cannot. Move. Halp…”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: It’s going to be awfully quiet around here without them!
2008: At 4 weeks old, they’re wild little things!
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.