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08 April 2007 @ 08:48 pm
The Love(s) of My Life...  
So, it's kind of sad that I've had this journal up and running for quite a few months now (January, I believe, when I first got the dang account so I could have cute icons for my posts to theevilpuppy's journal). And yet, I haven't posted about the absolute loves of my life - my animal companions.

So ... here is that very post. Enjoy!



Meet:
   
               

Queen Gracie Lou Latifa Freebush

Gracie began her life on the mean streets of Winnipeg, c. 2001. A wonderful shelter volunteer from Rescue Siamese and Stray Cat had seen her on the street, and wanted to bring her in for a spay-and-release (done when the cat is feral, and will not adapt to a home. This way the cat will not keep producing litters, but can remain in "the wild"). In the winter of 2003, Gracie lost most of her ears to frostbite, and the shelter volunteer performed a live-trapping, so Gracie could be spayed. After the surgery, while recovering, the shelter volunteer realized that the skittish cat was just that - skittish, but not wild. So she came into the shelter's program shortly after, and stayed there until August, 2005 - when I adopted her.

I had chosen some female names for my future cats, and Gracie didn't really factor into them. But being a HUGE Sandra Bullock fan, and adoring Miss Congeniality, when I saw Gracie - the name Gracie Lou Freebush just jumped into my brain. In the weeks before I actually took Gracie home, I entertained other names, but none of them quite shook me like Gracie Lou. Gracie is a true queen (her rescue name being Queen Latifa), and loves to be spoiled. She's extremely easy-going in nature, and is quite content to go with the flow. She loves laps (and will occupy any that enter her home), cleaning her feline sister Finn, and eating.

      

Princess Finnegan McInnys
(shoulda warned you that I'm the type of person who dresses up her animals. But I swear  Finn LOVES it)

Finn's definitely the princess of my crew. She's got beautiful big blue eyes (and had I adopted her a year later, her name would most DEFINITELY have been Temperance - in honour of Emily Deschanel and her beautiful eyes), and loves to be pampered, and be told how gorgeous she is. Her backstory's not quite as dramatic as Gracie's, as she lived in a home with 3 other cats. Apparently she was unspayed, and did not get along with the other cats in the house. As such, her guardians decided to "get rid" of her, despite the fact that they were told her attitude could be hormonal, and could resolve with her being spayed. (Their loss, I say!).

Finn came to live with me 1 week after Gracie. I had chosen Gracie upon first meeting her in late July, but couldn't bring her home until August, when I moved into my own place. When I went to pick up Gracie, she refused to get into the carrier (having been moved around quite a bit in her 2 years at the shelter). A beautiful blue-eyed cat decided to make her presence known, and jumped into my carrier instead. This cat was MC, whom the volunteer told me was a "stubborn male". All week long, I could not get MC and his beautiful eyes out of my head, and had already starting calling him Finnegan in my mind.

When I went back to the shelter a week later, to update them on Gracie, I took one look at MC and decided he had to come home with me. Upon completing the adoption papers, we learned that MC was *not* a stubborn male, he was a stubborn FEMALE. Since I had already grown attached to the name Finnegan, I decided to stick with it.

    Wiley Oscar

Wiley is my only animal companion who is *not* a real rescue. I consider him a rescue, because I believe I rescued him from death - but technically, he was bought from a pet store. I was teaching preschool in the summer of 2004, and our class had taken a field trip to a local Petcetera. When I saw this little 6 week old bunny, whose cage was covered in loose feces, and who was being fed minimal pellets, lettuce, cucumbers, and carrots - I wanted to cry. I had lost my previous rabbit, Hunny, to cancer in 2001, and still wasn't sure I could deal with having another rabbit just yet. But I couldn't get this little bun out of my mind, and so the next day - I went back to inquire about it.

I was told the bunny was 6 weeks old, and a female. (In case you aren't aware, rabbits are very hard to sex as their ... ahem ... reproductive organs are on the inside of their body). So I took little Willa home, and started her on a proper pellet diet (no veggies!). As a result of the poor nutrition, the bunny had loose stools, and had troubles digesting anything. She required daily bum-baths. Two months later, testicles decended and ... yeah. Willa became Wiley.

    Lilly Hannah

Lilly rounds out my animal bunch. She was adopted at the Winnipeg Humane Society in September of 2005. Lilly's story was that she was found wandering outside downtown Winnipeg in the middle of August. When I adopted her, her feet, belly and bum were black from sitting on newspapers, and she required a complete back-end shave due to severe matting. Whoever had been "taking care of her" (I use this term loosely) had obviously done a shoddy job, before deciding to let her loose into the world.

I don't know her entire backstory, but I have had an animal empath work with her (due to her behaviour issues) and from what the empath has gathered from Lilly, she was dumped because her people grew tired of her.

Lilly's name comes from two sources: the spelling comes from Lilly Moscowitz from the Princess Diaries novels, and the name itself comes from Lily Lebowski from Crossing Jordan.



I am an avid believer in rescue organizations, and URGE anybody considering adding an animal to their lives to visit these organizations BEFORE buying. Animals should *not* be bought from breeders while those in shelters continue to die. My cats were rescued from a no-kill organization (otherwise, Gracie would have been euthanized early in her stint - a thought that makes me shudder), but organizations such as Humane Societies are still awesome places to rescue animals.

At the risk of sounding like a crazy animal-nut, I honestly cannot imagine my life without these wonderful animals. They truly *are* my life, and I would be lost without them.

(Now, I'd best go and post this before my computer decides to crash and I lose it all...)
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Elli: Ellentheevilpuppy on April 9th, 2007 02:36 pm (UTC)
*dances*

Pictures of Gracie, Finn, Wiley and Lilly!!! I miss them all so much. Just yesterday Melanie send me pictures of Zoey, Mouse and Ebbie and now I get cute pics from your own personal animal farm.

*dances more*

It's funny though...a couple of days ago I thought back to Christmas when we made that super hero cape out of wrapping paper for Finn and now I get that extra spectacular cute pic of her with the crown. *loves it* But she looked awesome in her super hero cape too. Do you, by any chance, still have a picture of her with the cape? As it turns out I didn't take one.

It's good that I finally get all the backstories of your little babies because I don't think we've ever really talked about it. You did a good thing taking them home with you and I believe that they've been incredibly lucky that someone like you found them.

And I agree with you. There are still so many animals in all the different shelters waiting for people to take them home. We picked up our cat from a shelter too 8 years ago. She didn't turn out to be quite as calm as your babies but that's the thing with cats...you never know what you get. ;0) So, when I get another cat I'll definitely check out the shelters around here first.
Wicked Veggiekimberkatie on April 9th, 2007 03:02 pm (UTC)
Hiiiii!!!

Ooh, Melanie sent you pics of Ebbie, Mouse and Zoey, eh? I went and hung out with that crew this past weekend - and Mouse and Ebbie are awesome cats! Mouse is so soft, and she's very chatty. Melanie says that Ebbie's a bit naughty. Did she tell you that they knocked over poor Rocky (her budgie) onto the floor? Tsk tsk.

Okay, I'm going to attempt to copy and paste the Super Finney pics into this comment. Let's see what happens...



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I'm kind of depressed that they aren't better pics. I have a video too, but it's pretty short. She's basically just running around in the cape, making lots of noise.
Elli: Over Theretheevilpuppy on April 9th, 2007 04:50 pm (UTC)
YAY, it's Super Finn!!! *dances* She looks so pretty in her cape. Thanks so much for the pics and you should definitely post that video! *laughs*

No, Melanie just send me the pics and said that the cats had fun, stayed up late and got up early, which Mel didn't really like but she didn't tell me they tried to eat Rocky! *lol* Naughty little babies.

Mouse is such a pretty and soft little cat. I can't help but think of her as my baby because she came to us when she was a couple weeks old and I spent so much time with her. I love her. And yes, she definitely is chatty. ;0)
Dakotahcallieach on April 9th, 2007 05:32 pm (UTC)
KITTIES AND BUNNIES!
Your cats have really long names.
They are all so cute! And I'm totally not the bunny type.
BTW, my cat is pleased I do not dress him up as you do your kitties.
Wicked Veggiekimberkatie on April 9th, 2007 05:49 pm (UTC)
Yes, yes my cats do have long names. I wanted to encorporate their "shelter names" into their new names, so ... and the cats are royal, so ... hence the "titles". Yipes.

Not the bunny type? Are you crazy?? Aww. I love my buns. They make me laugh every day, because they're silly and funny, and just a little bit crazy.

I SWEAR Finn loves to be dressed up. She really, really does. She wore that princess tiara around the house all day. And the cape, too ... she loved that. I had to take it off of her, because I was scared she'd strangle herself. Otherwise ... she'd have been content to wear it forever.
aka_lanieaka_lanie on April 11th, 2007 02:56 am (UTC)
Zoey is sitting beside the computer looking at the pictures of your zoo. :o) She says that Finnegan looks like a lion. And that Gracie looks like Ebbie, and that she misses Ebbie a lot (mainly because I won't get up at 5:00 am and chase her like Ebbie would). Now she's gone behind the computer to cry. No one to steal her food anymore, and no one else's food to steal. And she can't blame things on them anymore. That smell really is coming from her!

Rocky say chirp chirp.