Hi, my name is Anton and I'm a short haired domestic moggy. In short, I'm a cat. Kim and Reuben came and adopted me from a refuge on the Gold Coast a few years ago (I was about 12 months old). I have to admit that I wanted to get out of that cage so much. I kind of tricked them into thinking that I would always be wanting to sit on their lap and snuggle up to them... hey it worked. They adopted me and took me home. I didn't like the box they put me in to travel in car but it wasn't for long. They let me out of the box once we got into their house.
Their house smelt of a dog!!! Hey a dog!!! They didn't let me meet her at first but I realised that the dog was no real threat. It was more like a little brown rat than a dog. The dog's name is Gypsy, she doesn't bother me at all.
Kim tried her best to keep me in but it didn't work. She also tried to give me lots of cuddles but she learnt that I had claws! I didn't want to scratch her but well I do have dignity. Me... getting cuddled... NO WAY!!! I was a street cat in Beaudesert for ages, I cant remember me ever sitting on a person's lap to be cuddled!
Kim and Reuben get annoyed with me sometimes because I knock on their screen door to come in... hey I'm a cat, I should be able to come and go as I please. They really do need to do a cat door just for me.
A year ago, Kim brought this little ball of fur in. It was grey. I didn't take too much notice until it started jumping on me. His name is Phoenix. I like to let him think he is the boss. Now he is 12months old and he's taller than I am and getting bigger and bigger but you know, I have got street smarts. That's probably why he got hit by a car 6 months ago. He was out of action for about 2 months. Kim and Reuben were really good to him, got him fixed and cared for him. I know they would do that for me.
The other day, I was in a cat fight. Kim only suspects it. I got hurt really badly and I limped home. I couldn't jump all the way over the fence so I squeezed through the little opening for the hand to open the gate. Kim took me inside and made me lay down in her spare room. A few days later when I was feeling really sick, Kim looked at my leg and I knew she was worried. God, she put me back in that box. I thought I was going back to the refuge. I tried really hard to get out. I even got my head out but Kim made me put it back in. We didn't go back to that refuge though. She took me to another place that I hadn't been before. It smelt terrible and felt scared. I heard my name called and Kim picked me up in the box and carried me into another room. Yay, the stranger took me out of the box but then started to look at my leg. I got worried when she took me into a back room. Kim looked worried too when the stranger said something about surgery. The stranger cleaned my leg. It had a huge hole in it and it was very infected. I realised that Kim was trying to help me. I didn't try to get out of the box on the way home. I knew Kim was taking me home.
When we got home, Kim made me wear the collar that the stranger put on me. I was not impressed. It really freaked me out. I couldn't get my bearings and I kept walking backwards. I managed to get it off a few times but every time Kim tied it a little tighter. I gave in. I couldn't get it off. I just laid on Kim's bed... she didn't mind except in the nights, she made me get down. I sneaked back up once she went to sleep. I wanted to be close to my human.
To cut a long story short, Kim pushed some round things into my throat twice a day and I finally was able to not wear the collar I hated so much. I'm feeling really well now. Kim tried to keep me in but I made sure that I missed the tray with the kitty litter in. I only did that twice and she let me outside. I'm just not an inside cat!!! Yesterday I wanted thank Kim so let her pick me up and stayed on her lap for about 5 minutes. I think she should be happy with that thank you, don't you! After all, I am a cat! I'm a very thankful cat!
Anton, the cat... meow!
Their house smelt of a dog!!! Hey a dog!!! They didn't let me meet her at first but I realised that the dog was no real threat. It was more like a little brown rat than a dog. The dog's name is Gypsy, she doesn't bother me at all.
Kim tried her best to keep me in but it didn't work. She also tried to give me lots of cuddles but she learnt that I had claws! I didn't want to scratch her but well I do have dignity. Me... getting cuddled... NO WAY!!! I was a street cat in Beaudesert for ages, I cant remember me ever sitting on a person's lap to be cuddled!
Kim and Reuben get annoyed with me sometimes because I knock on their screen door to come in... hey I'm a cat, I should be able to come and go as I please. They really do need to do a cat door just for me.
A year ago, Kim brought this little ball of fur in. It was grey. I didn't take too much notice until it started jumping on me. His name is Phoenix. I like to let him think he is the boss. Now he is 12months old and he's taller than I am and getting bigger and bigger but you know, I have got street smarts. That's probably why he got hit by a car 6 months ago. He was out of action for about 2 months. Kim and Reuben were really good to him, got him fixed and cared for him. I know they would do that for me.
The other day, I was in a cat fight. Kim only suspects it. I got hurt really badly and I limped home. I couldn't jump all the way over the fence so I squeezed through the little opening for the hand to open the gate. Kim took me inside and made me lay down in her spare room. A few days later when I was feeling really sick, Kim looked at my leg and I knew she was worried. God, she put me back in that box. I thought I was going back to the refuge. I tried really hard to get out. I even got my head out but Kim made me put it back in. We didn't go back to that refuge though. She took me to another place that I hadn't been before. It smelt terrible and felt scared. I heard my name called and Kim picked me up in the box and carried me into another room. Yay, the stranger took me out of the box but then started to look at my leg. I got worried when she took me into a back room. Kim looked worried too when the stranger said something about surgery. The stranger cleaned my leg. It had a huge hole in it and it was very infected. I realised that Kim was trying to help me. I didn't try to get out of the box on the way home. I knew Kim was taking me home.
When we got home, Kim made me wear the collar that the stranger put on me. I was not impressed. It really freaked me out. I couldn't get my bearings and I kept walking backwards. I managed to get it off a few times but every time Kim tied it a little tighter. I gave in. I couldn't get it off. I just laid on Kim's bed... she didn't mind except in the nights, she made me get down. I sneaked back up once she went to sleep. I wanted to be close to my human.
To cut a long story short, Kim pushed some round things into my throat twice a day and I finally was able to not wear the collar I hated so much. I'm feeling really well now. Kim tried to keep me in but I made sure that I missed the tray with the kitty litter in. I only did that twice and she let me outside. I'm just not an inside cat!!! Yesterday I wanted thank Kim so let her pick me up and stayed on her lap for about 5 minutes. I think she should be happy with that thank you, don't you! After all, I am a cat! I'm a very thankful cat!
Anton, the cat... meow!
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I've known Anton for just over 5 months. When I first met him he saw me and headed the other way! Although he prefers being an outside cat I think being forced to stay inside while he was wearing the collar has given him a taste for the great indoors!
Anton did surprise me early on by rubbing against my leg after just a few weeks. Kim said that he was ok outside, it must have been his comfort zone.
I think he's ok inside now too, although generally for short periods of time.
I like ginger cats and I think he's a grand one.
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