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Sydney
This is Sydney. We found him in the garage behind my apartment all alone, scared and starving. He’s maybe only 4 weeks old. How could I resist that face!? He earned his first nick name… Little Monster. No foot, hand, ear, nose or chin is safe from those little teeth!
Author: Tom “The Kittenmaster” Cooper
Tom is the owner of 4 amazing cats, and using the Daily Kitten he provides a place for cat and kitten lovers to share the love for their own cats and kittens.
I’m first! And usually I just lurk!
What a cutie.
Sydney looks exactly like my Dottie, who would come out of a storm drain in front of my house nightly. She was also hungry, lonely, and about 4 weeks old. Dottie is a bobtail. I wonder if Sydney has a tail. Dottie is our pirana kitten. She too loves to bite in play. My husband wasn’t much for having animals in the house, but Dottie has him wrapped around her paw. I’m sure she and Sydney would be good playmates.
this kitten iz ‘doreable!!!!!!:)
What a little cutie! Thank you for taking him in. I’m sure he will eventually stop using you for a teething ring!
In 1985 a tiny black kitten showed up at my workplace. Someone had abandoned him, as there was no other place around for a mile. My buddy’s Belgian Shepherd chased him and almost got him, and I captured him and took him home. I don’t believe anyone had ever treated him decently at all; he just looked at me with a blank look on his face, probably certain I was going to do him in. I spoiled him rotten, and named him “Assassin.” This tiny little guy grew to be 14 lbs. and 36″ paw-to-paw when stretching. He lived to a ripe old age of 14, all because he showed up at my workplace.
so cute! the young babies make the cuddliest cats!
*down under FUZZ*
Awww….what a sweet kitten. Cute name, too!
AWWWW! My little baby used me for a chew toy also, until I got her a big sister to teach her manners.
looks like a little monster-has his claws already to strike!
Awww….what a sweet face. Love black kitties!
ahhhhh – how wonderful for both of you!! How could you not resist that baby face?
What a sweetie! Those eyes are just too much! 🙂
That’s my little baby! And I have since found out from my vet that Sydney is a GIRL. She was just too little when we first found her to be able to tell! And she’s still chewing me up too. She’s definitely grown some since that picture was taken. She’s growing into those enormous eyes and ears quite nicely. 🙂
How sweet. Congrats on your beautiful little girl.
He can nibble on me all he wants. What a cute little fuzz-meister!
What a cutie “girl”. So glad you were there to take her in. No kitten should ever be left behind!
And, she’ll grow out of chewing on you!
Goldie, Savannah GA
I used to think that of one of mine too until she recently chewed up one of my Kenneth Cole sandals!! This is the one that doesn’t like belly rubs either.
Miss Sydney is adorable. Every house should have a black cat, a striped cat, and a tortie. They keep each other balanced. Squeezes and cuddles to Syd. And maybe a saucer of milk? (the lactose-free kind.)
Hi, Goldie, I’m in Savannah, too!
Sydney looks just like Midnight, whom we found trying to cross a really busy street with her sister when they were just four weeks old, too. They were also scared and starving, and nearly blind from eye infections. Now they’re tearing around the house, sassing the dogs and scaring the big cats.
Anybody need a couple of kittens?
CatherineR
And Sydney can be a girl’s name too–how fortuitous! Oh what a beautiful little darling! I love black kitties! When you have a black kitty you have Halloween all year round! I’ve had two tuxedo kitties and three all-black kitties. My last all-black kitty lived to be over 20! My current is just six months old and has just been spayed. She’s half Siamese and looks JUST like a Black Oriental Shorthair. All the Siamese traits too, except the crying- baby meow. Dara (Thai for “Star”) is rescued also, through a lady I know on line who has saved thousands of pups and kittens.
Bless you for taking in lovely little Sydney! May you have many happy and cozy years together. Love her always!
Sydney looks like a little “bat-cat”. She is extra squishable.
Bless your kindness for giving him a home, Laura. A house does not become a “home” without a pet. Has anyone else noticed that? I guess we could get “new-agey” here and refer to chi.
CatRancher, Cathi in NC and ppearson: Thank you all for your concern. You always get me all misty with your kind words! The job update is: it stinks, but I’m just not prepared to get a better one right now (too scared?? lazy??), so I’m trying to make it as palatable as possible. Which, essentialy means, cocooning myself away in my cubicle. And, being a sociable type, that is very deadening to me. I must be very naive—it still shocks me when people are cruel to me—especially when I’ve been so good to them. Gosh, I sound like a victim, don’t I? haha. At the risk of sounding “new-agey” again, I just found out that I have the same life path number as Steve Irwin–a 6–which means we’re nurturers and kind of naive. How true. He really was a big, loving kid. Did anyone see Barbara Walters interviewing his wife last night? How heartbreaking. I was sobbing when she said she ‘lost her prince’. I love that she is continuing on with his mission. And their daughter Bindi is a joy. I’m certain she’ll carry on with her father’s legacy, as well.
By the way, if anyone is interested in finding out their life path and “attitude” numbers here is the link…very interesting….
http://numberslady.com/num.cfm
Dee,
I am sorry that you are having problems with your job, but just remember two things:1.) you were there for me, and I will be there for you if you need me. And 2.) it takes 47 muscles in your face to frown, but only 4 to extend your middle finger and tell someone “BITE ME!”. So smile, kiddo, and remember we are all behind you. 🙂 T
I’m with Thomas! Tell em to Bite the Wall!
Thanks, Thomas—I thought you were going to use the old “turn that frown upside down” line, but your advice was much funnier!!
Dee, just hang in there. I and countless others are sending you positive thoughts and energy. Since I have been reading TDK your posts have made me laugh and cry and you are always supportive of the rest of us here. I look forward to your posts every day.
I can’t understand the people who expend negative energy to those around them. Those who are apparently so unsatisfied with their lives that they seek to make the lives of others colder, crueler, bleaker. Just remember THOSE are the people with a problem. Not you. I’ve never met you face to face and probably never will, but I appreciate you as a human being and a force for good. As long as you stay true to yourself the good will come back around.
Everyone on TDK lets all go out and do at least one random act of kindness today in honor of our friend Dee. Take a minute to smile and say a kind word to someone, hold a door, tell someone that they are appreciated. Hopefully it will have a ripple effect and lots of people will have a better day as a result.
Dee keep us posted, we’re on your side.
Well, ppearson, I now have to add waterproof mascara to my shopping list! That was beautiful and very appreciated. It probably sounds cornbally, but I think there are people out there who dislike kind-hearted people–and maybe they think we’re “easy targets” for their abuse. And, I just realized, that the few people who have treated me very roughly here dislike animals! They have never had any, and don’t want any. Interesting, eh? Of course, there are plenty of kind, loving people where the same thing can be said, but I honestly believe that most difficult/cruel people are “anti-humanists”–they have no love or respect for animals or people or life.
We’re all your cyber-space friends here Dee!
i realy wished i would like a cat
Your are si right Dee & they also have no respect for themselves!!
Dee, you have made my day with your stories so many times… Just be glad you have such a better life than the toxic folks around you….. Feel sorry for them but don’t let the bastards get you down…
I have the following text on my cube wall… so that I can see it every day:
An elder Cherokee Native was teaching his grandchildren about life. He said to them, ” A fight is going on inside me…. it is a terrible fight between two wolves.
One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.
The other stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity.
humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.
The same fight is going on inside you and every other person too.”
They thought about it for a minute and then one child asked his grandfather, ” Which one will win?”
The old Cherokee simply replied…” The one you feed.”
I keep that up so that I remember which wolf to feed and I think that your co-workers are feeding the wrong one…..
Hang in there…. it will get better.
Harley Vixen—
I LOVE that! That’s a keeper. Thanks for the kind words, as well. LOVE FEST! haha
Prayers and good thoughts are going out and up for you. Some people are so unhappy and insecure that to build themselves up they must tear down others. Be the best person you can be and try and forget the rest and say a prayer for them they sure need it.
Hey Dee, sending positive energy your way. OK cyber buddy?!
Hang in there! :))
Dee, you are such a sweet person. Remember we are always here for you. I tend to agree with you on the topic of people who hate animals. I think your coworkers need to get a life and “bite you” like Thomas said before.
I wish I had known about the Barbar Walter’s interview. I really liked Steve Irwin and I still can’t believe he’s gone.
As all the regulars probably already know, I absolutely love black cats! They are by far my favorite color kitty. I just want to pick Sydney up and snuggle with her. What an adorable furrball. Reminds me of my Gally when he was a kitten. Sigh…
I just love this story.
*Puppy Size*
Puppy Size
“Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We’ve been back to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started all of this, the mother told the volunteer.
“What is it she keeps asking for?” the volunteer asked.
“Puppy size!” replied the mother.
“Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that’s what she’s looking for.”
“I know . . . we have seen most of them,” the mom said in frustration.
Just then Danielle came walking into the office, “Well, did you find one?”
“No, not this time,” Danielle said with sadness in her voice. “Can we come back on the weekend?”
The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed.
“You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there’s always a supply,” the volunteer said.
Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll find one this weekend,” she said.
Over the next few days both mom and dad had long conversations with her. They both felt she was being too particular.
“It’s this weekend or we’re not looking any more,” Dad finally said in frustration.
“We don’t want to hear anything more about puppy size either,” Mom added.
Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs. Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the animals during times when visitors weren’t permitted. Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one.
One by one she said, “Sorry, you’re not the one.”
It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup. The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.
“Mom, that’s it! I found the right puppy! He’s the one! I know it!” she screamed with joy. “It’s the puppy size!”
“But it’s the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks,” Mom said.
“No not size —- the sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed,” she said. “Don’t you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!”
The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little of both.
“Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms,” she said.
Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, “Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!”
Oh my the tears are flowing along with my first cup of coffee. Thank you for the beautiful story.
Thank you Susan, when I first read it I did too.
Laura, you are so lucky, but not as lucky as Sydney…:) It was meant to be. What a sweet little face.
Little fuzzy black baby!!!!!! I have a black baby too. Her name is Luna & she has extra toes. She was one in a neighborhood feral cat’s litter. Never could get ahold of momma kitty, but we snagged her little cuddly kiddos & got them all in good homes….that was 3yrs ago.
Blessings to you for saving another sweet kitty!!
awww *he is so cute* *priceless picture* i rember when my whiskers was that little they grow up so fast
~cuteness~
I like him he a real sweetie!
Found my Sydney last year. All black was only 3 weeks old when found at a campground I was visiting stuck in the motor of a motorhome that had just pulled in. Crawled under there got him out, with minor injuries (mostly burns to his pads and nose from the motor), named him Biscuit and he’s grown to be such a beautiful, healthy,handsome cat! Everyone says he look like a miniature black panther, he acts like one too at times!
Good luck with Sydney, and kudos to you for taking her in and making her part of your family. She’ll reward you for saving her with plenty of purrs and kisses!! 🙂
My Taffy didn’t bite/nibble on me that was his big brother was for. He used to climb up the back of my caftans to get to my shoulder while I was standing cooking or doing dishes. I was a human scratching post.
Yes, that’s why I named her Sydney. Because even though I felt that she was a he, we didn’t know for sure and I figured, better safe than sorry. So I picked a name that was good for either. Here’s the train of thought leading up to picking the name… now remember, it was 4am when I thought this:
She was chewing on me as usual and trying to be all vicious. I latched onto the word “vicious” and from there we went to Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols. From Sid to Sydney. 🙂
Also, I realize after looking at this picture more that her eyes are now changing from that smokey green color to a gold or copper color. Anyone know at what age their eye color can be determined as permanent?
Hi Laura,
Your Sydney is adorable, Love those crazy kitten eyes I have a gray kitty with huge green eyes also named Sydney.(I love Australia)
I think permanent eye color happens by 2-3 months.
As for the biting I would try gently to break that habit. A gentle mist of water, or just pushing her away with a firm ‘no!’ All my guys know the word no. When my Alfie starts to nip, even if it doesn’t hurt I say ouch, ouch and he immediately starts to lick the spot. :))
Another thing that works well is to “PSSSSSST” at them. My wife asked me if I had sprung a leak the first few times she heard me do it to our new kitty. She saw it work so well that she uses it now too!! Give it a try! 🙂
Sidney is beautiful…I love black cats!!
Biscuit’s eyes were exactly like Sydney’s when I found him, he just turned 1 in May. His eye are now amber in color, a true Halloween Kitty.
Consider after 1 year, what you see is what you get!!
Have fun with her!! They grow up too darn fast!
My experience has been that they settle inbetween the 3 month and 12 month timeframe you guys have noticed, so I figure it probably depends on the eye color. Mokey’s were bluey-green when she was 2 months old, and they went through purple and all kinds of cool colors before settling on “lima bean” (yellow-green) at least a few months later, probably around 6 months.
Cats eyes do not fully mature in color until age 3 years. I like your kitten. I once had the pleasure of knowing a fabulous black cat named “Benny”. He lived to be 18 and 1/2 years old.
He was pure sweetness, he never met a human or animal he did’nt love. I suspect he was an angel disguised as a black cat. I will surely be happy to see him again at the rainbow bridge. Have a blessed day. Kisses to kitten.
That’s a cute little kitty,God bless you for takeing her in your home.
Cute lil Sydney….she just loves you so much, Laura, that she’s trying to gobble you up! I have two females, Bunny (3) and Phaedra (4), that I still pay close attention to when petting…I may just get a quick nip to the hand or arm. I know it is a love-nip….but ouch!
glad you saved him i do the same thing dee
*’Information Please’
Sometimes our best friends are people we’ve never met*
When I was very young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well, the polished old case fastened to the wall and the shiny receiver on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother would talk to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person and her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. “Information Please” could supply anybody’s number and the correct time.
My first personal experience with this genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement. I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible but there didn’t seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give me sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger finally arriving at the stairway.
The telephone!
Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and held it to my ear. “Information Please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
“Information.” “I hurt my finger,” I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.
“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.
“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.
“No,” I replied. “I hit my finger with a hammer and it hurts.”
“Can you open your icebox?” she asked. I said I could. “Then chip off a piece of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice.
After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me that my pet chipmunk, which I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called “Information Please” and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown ups say to soothe a child. But, I was inconsolable. I asked her, “Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, “You must remember that there are other worlds to sing in.” Somehow, I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone. “Information Please”.
“Information,” said the now familiar voice. “How do you spell ‘fix’?” I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much, “Information Please.” I never thought of trying the tall, new shiny phone that sat on the table in the hall.
As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half-an-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then, without thinking about what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information Please.”
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. “Information.”
I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell ‘fix’?” There was a long pause. Then came the soft-spoken answer, “I guess your finger must be healed by now.”
I laughed, “So it’s really still you,” I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?”
“I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.” I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. “Please do,” she said. “Just ask for Sally.”
Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, “Information.” I asked for Sally. “Are you a friend?” she said. “Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” she said. “Sally had been working part time in the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.”
Before I could hang up she said, “Wait a minute. Are you Paul?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called when she was too sick to work. Let me read it to you.”
The note said, “Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.”
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you make on others. Whose life have you touched today?
I accidentally posted the above without making the comment that, of course, it made me cry—and the comment made about the pet canary was beautiful— and it is appropriate within our community—we’ve never met, and yet we’re friends. You know, it would be great to get together someday—how could we ever pull that off??
Well…..living in Iowa…I’m all for heading down your way…especially during the winter months! 🙂 Loved the story Dee!
Is that a true story, Dee? (I’m from the Pacific Northwest). It brought tears to my eyes and I’ve become a pretty tough old bird, I like to think.
Lynne, I looked it up and it is supposed to be a true story: http://www.telephonetribute.com/a_true_story.html
But I personally think he remembers himself being a little more eloquent as a child than he probably was. He doesn’t know how to spell “fix” but phrases a question: “Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?” 😉 yeah right
Sydney is a lovely girl! Fiesty kittens are great.
She’ll grow up to be sleek and with shiny black fur like a panther!
OK, enough angst for the day! This is very funny….
*How to prepare for a new cat*
Take cold soup straight from the can and splash it across the carpet and the foot of the bed and then walk in it in the dark with your socks on.
Set up a mouse trap at the foot of the bed each night so that if you move a toe one inch while you are sleeping, you are sure to get snapped.
Cover all your best suits with cat hair. Dark suits must use white hair, and light suits must use dark hair. Also, float some hair in your first cup of coffee in the morning.
Put everything cat-toy sized into a water bowl to marinate.
Practice cutting your chicken into teeny tiny bites so that when they steal, it won’t be the whole breast.
Tip over a basket of clean laundry, and scatter clothing all over the floor.
Leave your underwear on the living room floor, because that’s where the cat will drag it anyway (especially when you have company).
Jump out of your chair shortly before the end of your favorite TV program and run to the TV shouting “No! No! Don’t chew on the electric cord!” Miss the end of the program.
Gouge the surface of the dining room table several times with an exacto knife. It’s going to get scratched anyway.
Practice searching every closet and open cabinet door before you shut it.
Knock all small items off your kitchen counter.
Chew the eraser off every pencil in the house.
Take a fork and shred the roll of toilet paper while it’s still hanging up. Pull a few sheets off and scatter them around the bathroom.
Take a staple remover and punch two holes in every scrap of paper around the house.
Get a litter tray without a lid and mix in some tootsie rolls with cat litter and then tip it over right before the company comes. Make sure your guests get to find this before you do.
Buy a mixed bag of cat toys and stuff them under the refrigerator. Practice getting up at 2:00AM and fishing them out with a ruler or broom stick.
Take a warm cuddly blanket out of the dryer and immediately wrap it around yourself. This is the feeling you will get when your new cat falls asleep on your lap.
There now, once you’ve done all these, you’ve passed the test, and are ready to take on that little furry critter!
Author Unknown
You forgot one. Arrange for mysterious crashing noises at 1:00 am!
He’s so cute!!! He’s adorable and your his hero.
Sydney is adorable! In England, where I come from, originally, black cats are considered lucky. I have always had good luck with them, and I hope you will too.
Sydney is darling….. As for the chewing… My Knucklehead is 11 and still bites chins and noses, despite being soundly chastised for it…He is being affectionate, I know…but it smarts!
Also, kudos for rescueing her…. not that any of us could have resisted……
He sort of reminds me a gecko!
Little Gecko!
He does look like a Little Monster!! Ready to bite…………just in time for Halloween!!
~ j
This little SYdney is soooooooocute! I showed my friends him and they fell in love too! And so did my teacher! We love this little guy!
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
Laura,
Please tell Sydney to stop hypnotizing me! She certainly has a commanding presence. I have an all black cat, as well. And a white one. And a tabby. So, I have contrasting cat hair on every piece of clothing I own, of course.
Sydney’s looking for his Opera Mouse!
HERE YE BE (LITTLE) MONSTERS FUZZ
Wow! I had no idea Paul Sorvino was such an animal advocate. The following link goes into detail. And, a warning, if you check out his site, it’s quite raw–but heartwarming.
http://www.partylaunch.com/partyanimals/more/index.cfm?Fuseaction=more_10894&menuval=more_10894
Aww, I found my black cat, Winston, the same way. He was alone in the backyard, about to be a doggie snack. He was and still is a feisty one.
Ah Love that lil FUZZ how cute is he!! *FUZZ*
All the love you are giving will all be returned to you by little Sydney as he grows up. I’m so glad you are an animal person, we have to watch out for the ones who can’t speak for themselves. I’m glad you were in the right spot at the right time. Congrats on your new baby! I have 5 cats and 5 dogs and I love all of them. Deb in Ne. 9/28/06
What a cutie. You can just see the “kitten” in those eyes, just waiting for something to move.
*Chompy FUZZ*
Here is a link to some hysterical “bad dog” stories a la the book Marley and Me.
http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/06227/713483-51.stm
I took this picture after playing with her on the futon that’s in the background. She seems to be saying, “Hey! What are you doing over there on the other side of the desk instead of playing with me some more?”
Did you guys hear that a police officer and his dog were shot and killed in Lakeland, Florida today? It’s a city about 35 minutes east of Tampa. A “routine” traffic stop that ended like this. Currently, there is a massive manhunt for the thing that did this. How very sad….
When I heard about the shooting, I immediately thought of you Dee. What is this world coming to?
*Jaw strength FUZZ
Bites everything like PacMan FUZZ
Garage Monster FUZZ*
EVANGELINE:
I saw the pictures of your 3 fur babies at the Animals Matter To Me site. They are beautiful! Sydney has amazing eyes and your two boys are not missing many meals, eh? Just like mine….
Good Evening Dee,
I almost missed this post. Thanks for your compliments. Unfortunately Wally has IBD, I will have to ask advice from you guys one day…but the meds he is on makes him extra hungry. He is 15 lbs. Alfie is going to be one Oct 1st and yes he is already chubby. Only Sydney is a skinny minny but she is all muscle and very acrobatic. I haven’t seen the pics on the site, actually I forgot but now I will go and check them out.
Did you have any luck adding pix to your computer?
How very sad about that police officer and that poor dog. I find it amazing how much help dogs are to humans and to shoot one, well it just makes me ill.
Take care Dee and like I said earlier hang in there, come to this site to feel the love…
WHAT A LITTLE CUTIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If I were you I wouldn’t say no to him ether I mean just look at that little face!
When i was 10 years old my mom and dad brong me a kitten I named it Oreo. It looked just like a oreo it was white in the middle and black on the out side.i loved her and I kept her for 2 years.Then she ran away.! My mom and da said they found her on the side of the road and they put her in the animal sheltaer and no body calimed her so they bought her back for me!
She is so cutie have fun playing with her!!!!!!
She’s beautiful and it’s a lovely picture! Our all-black girl, Pesmerga, was also a little monster. She would bite my toes in the night and on a few occasions embarrassed me horribly by climbing up guests by their clothing. She still occasionally knocks things down and breaks them, but surprisingly she has a very calm, docile personality as an adult! She’s three years old and very cuddly . . . okay, so she DID have to be netted and sedated at the vet’s a year or so ago, but nobody’s perfect. 😆 Her last booster shots she only needed a little Rescue Remedy and my husband holding her down. 😉
Has anyone heard from chester in NC? I haven’t read any posts from him lately.
My friend had a black lab/black chow that resembled a Buick. He came in one night with a black kitten hanging from his mouth. She took the two to the vet the next day and the vet said, oh you adopted a kitten she said, no Bear did. They were best buds and when they came up the back stairs if the kitty didn’t move quick enough Bear would nudge her with his cold nose between her back legs or just pick her up. I wish humans could be as kind as animals.
Has anyone heard from Linda-Kierra or B is for Ben? They are others we haven’t heard from in awhile. I think they both were getting additions to the family. Wonder how they are too.
how do you deal with a cat that bites you? how can you keep it?
It’s usually nibbling, not all-out, painful blood-spewing bites.
My cat is a chomper. I’ll admit it’s pretty annoying and frustrating at times. (Especially when he bites me at 3 a.m. to wake me up to pet him!) I think it’s my fault though. It was so cute that I didn’t stop him when he was really little, so now I don’t think he knows how much it hurts…
Anyway, I just keep a few spray bottles scattered around the house. He’s been squirted enough that he knows what to watch out for. Now, he only has to see me pick one up and he stops 🙂
Besides, all the good things (especially the snuggles) more than make up for the biting.
Sydney, so glad you found yourself a loving home. I think you will enjoy him more if you can get his biting under control. When I found my kitten a year ago, her problem was more the claw problem. Still in training.
And you are so right Leeanne, they grow up way to fast.
Sydney is just too cute for words, what a treasure!!
Dee from Tampa, prayers going up for you. Hope real soon things will turn around. It is so hard working on a job that “some” people make things miserable. I’m with the others, you make other people feel so much better with your comments. Hang in there girl.
My Aeryn was a biter too. If she gets too rough, offer her her paw when she is biting you. I still havnt figured out how to stop the toe attacks. My previous cat did that for her first ten years lol!
Chey
I forgot to say, your little girl looks sooooooo cute! lol I love black cats! That was my frist choice for cat colour but there was none in the rescued kitty litter. I took the cat that was kinda lonely growling anytime anyone wnet near her. She has mellowed out a lot but if I move too suddenly she will give the submisive posture. Im not sure why she does that though. She wasnt abused. Her mother was dumped on my coworker’s property when the mother was pregnant.
Who knows. Cats are hard to understand. At least mine is, Just like me lol!
Chey
Sydney looks a lot like my all-black cat, Squeaky, did as a kitten. Very cute!
Sydney is probably biting because she doesn’t have another kitten to play with. If you can get another kitten, that would be great, of course. If you can’t, I suggest playing with Sydney using a cat dancer or other toy on a pole.
It’s not good to let kittens bite you, because they may keep it up when they (and their teeth) get bigger.
I am loving Sydney, he reminds me of three black cats that I used to have Annie, Booker, and Phantom. Makes me wanna cry seeing Sydney cause I miss my babies.
Such a cute little face! May God bless you and Sidney always. 🙂
I have a “Little Monster” who shared the same personality traits as a kitten, right down to treating me like a human scratching post.
He is now an old boy and the most loving thing around.
Enjoy the little cutie, because those lively ones are the best!
it is my fervent hope that those who don’t love cats be re-incarnated as mice!
Who could resist that face?!! What an adorable babe. I hope you have many happy years together. Start now with the discipline of no biting. If my cats even look like they are going to bite, which they don’t, I say “no” firmly. They cower back. It’ll all work out.
*Monster Munch Fuzz*
your cat is sooooooooooo cute i love kittens and this one is adorable
Sydney is so cute and fuzzy and i hope he knows nothing but love and affection for the rest of his life! bless you for rescuing him! he’s gorgeous!
I know this is all late and such, but has anyone seen the movie “Pay It Forward” with Haly(sp)Joel Osmet….that is what ppearson’s remark reminded me of right away….great movie about doing kind to others and have it come back two fold to you….btw….Sydney is such a cute little girl….looks just like our Onyx did when he first adopted us.
Dee…you are a great person and DO NOT let anyone tell you otherwise.
Adorable!!!!!!!
She looks like the kitten we used to have (we had to give her away because she was too aggressive). Her name was Jodie.
Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute @_@
HALLOWEENFUZZ
When kittens play with each other, if one bites too hard the bitee will yell (or squeal) at the biter to stop. If a kitten bites too hard, try saying “OOW!” in a loud, high-pitched voice – most of the time they’ll get the message. When I’ve done this, I’ve seen the result of the kitten immediately stopping and looking at me to check if everything’s okay.
I also once had a beautiful black kitty who I adopted as an adult, who turned out to have a serious biting problem. She was sweet and meek for the first day or so, then her other side came out and we had problem on our hands. One time, I was retrieving her out of a neighboring shop…I was walking out the door with her in my arms, and an elderly lady was on her way in. She said, “Oooooh, is this your little baby?” She leaned over and got her face too close to the little biter I had on my hands. I told her, “Watch out!” My cat then turned and bit me on the cheek to demonstrate what I meant! It was really kind of funny in hindsight, but wouldn’t have been as funny if the old lady had been hurt.
That cat turned out to have serious aggression issues…I got a handout from my vet about feline aggression – there were three types it described: play aggression, territorial aggression, and, I forget the third kind. Anyway we watched our cat and realized she had all three types. 🙁
what did you do
The most CUTE of kitty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
madie
My Wizard looked like that back in 1999.
Ball of fluff…eyes were still blue.
Now he’s 17 pounds. Huge green eyes.
Sydney is so cute and it is so cool to share my name with him!!!!!!<3 <3 <3 <3 🙂
that is soooooooooo coooooooool
Awwww…..
Wat a cute lil kitty…..I tatally love balck kittens!!
it reminds me of my baby kitty that passed away!!!
I know I’m about the tenth person to say this, but your Sydney reminds me of my dead Sidney.
I had a pair of miniature (through inbreeding) sibling cats. Sidney was small with no tail at all. When we first got him, his fur was so thin it looked grey. He was the cutest cat ever, though.
Eventually, he grew to about half normal cat size with velvety black fur and gold eyes. He had bat ears his entire life, and could never resist a moving stick. I swear, he was the essence of joy, incarnate. So I hope your “Siddy Kitty” turns out as nicely. Even if she is a “Vicious Kitty” now, if you are firm about the “no biting ” rule ( I agree with the Pssst noise suggestion), they quickly learn that you are not happy. You can also grab them by the scruff if they get too wild.
Anyhow, good luck with your precious baby.
~Miss A
my cat has a swollen stomach she is 9 weeks old and she cries everytime you pick her up like she is in pain i took stool to the vet about 2 weeks ago when we got her and vet said it was fine what else could be wrong
that looks just like my cat!
Oh my goodness! This picture so so precious! My cat named Inca looked exactly like that as a kitten and I mean exactly! I miss those good ol’ kitten days, so treasure them as much as you can!!
MaryKate♥
he is so cute! i volinteer at a local pound, and some of the cats are so cute. i just wish all of the pour, helpless animals will find a home that will take care of them properly.