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A small holiday gift for a grandmother who doesn't understand this curious system of tubes (a.k.a. the Internet) and thus, it's safe to hide it here as she'll never look. ;]
A pet portrait of a cat named Furby, affectionately called a kitty-rat, who's been both spayed and neutered.
If only I had a naff oval gold frame to put it in--oh, wait! I do!
A pet portrait of a cat named Furby, affectionately called a kitty-rat, who's been both spayed and neutered.
If only I had a naff oval gold frame to put it in--oh, wait! I do!
Category Artwork (Traditional) / All
Species Housecat
Size 404 x 640px
File Size 130.9 kB
poor guy, talk about your medical mishaps >.<! not entirely sure how you screw that one up, i suppose it shows that just cause you made it through all that school doesn't mean you learned much. i'd go with "everyone makes mistakes" but that's kind of a biggy XD
regardless a very lovely portrait. he'll make that frame work hard to look as good as him ^^
regardless a very lovely portrait. he'll make that frame work hard to look as good as him ^^
Hooray for memorable pet cats! I lost my favorite cat ever a while ago, but I'll never forget him. His fur was best described as an orange cream tabby. His original owners left him when they moved and my grandma took him in since he was always around her property. She named him Baby Boy and neutered and declawed him when she made him an inside cat. He may have been responsible for a litter of brown tabbies before she neutered him, though. He was a very good cat, and I got him after my grandmother died. Most of the people that came to her house to consider adopting some her cats wanted to take him, so I felt very lucky to have been able to reserve him since I was a relative. My oldest brother affectionately gave him the nick-name Numb Nuts. When we found out a few years later that he had a spinal injury from when he used to be outside, and that he managed to aggravate it and lose control of his bowel movements, bladder, tail, and partial control of one his rear legs. We let him stay in the garage and made him an outside cat again to see if his condition had any chance of improving naturally. It didn't, but he still manage to sprint up a tree to avoid a neighbor's dog, and I had to go up ladded to fetch him when he got himself stuck with his rear danglin of one side of a branch and his front on an adjacent branch. I couldn't even bear to go along when we finally put him to sleep, but I still have an imprint of his paw in clay that the vet made afterwards, and my mom baked to harden it for me when she got home. *Sigh*...so many good memories of that cat.
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