Michelle’s Rambling Weblog

I’m bound to talk about my cats (aka my boys, my kids, my babies etc) a lot so I thought I’d introduce them to you!  Hogan is on the left (orange tabby); Eros is on the right (grey Devon Rex).

We’ve had Hogan since December of 2003.  His story is a sad one.  We got him from a friend where I worked.  She called me one Friday morning frantic with a computer issue and I ran over there to see her standing there at her desk with this tiny orange ball of fur in teh palm of her hand.  It was love at first sight and he was mine.  The story was that there was a group out the night before and said group was approached by a homeless person who had an overcoat on and he had several kittens in his pockets.  Hogan was one of them. He’s also named Hogan after the agent who took pity and took him. 

In spring 2004 while I was recovering from surgery, Hogan got sick.  So sick that the vet ran every test they could and still had no answer. We went to visit him and they brought him into the exam room and he was being carried because he was attached to an IV cart.  He was so small and scared that I made the decision that if he was going to go to Rainbow Bridge, he was coming home to be with me to make that trip.

We’ve never found out what made him that sick, but as you can see he’s alive and kicking and will be five in December!

Eros.  We decided in late summer of 2005 we wanted another cat, but not just any cat.  My husband started researching and we discovered a realatively new breed of cat called Devon Rex. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devon_Rex

We got Eros from a cattery here in Florida in the fall of 2005.  I should mention that at this time we did have another cat.  Her name was Mischief and we’d had her since the fall of 2001.  Mischief came from our local humane society shelter.  She was not a multi-cat kind of cat.  She tolerated Hogan but barely.  When Eros arrived she went ballistic.  To her credit, she did marginally better with Eros alone then with the two boys together.  Here’s proof:

But alas she wasn’t handling the change well and we ended up giving her away to friends.  The last I heard she was ruling the roost and was Queen of the manor.

Hogan is declawed, Eros is not (partly because he was sickly when we got him from the cattery and it took roughly his first two years of life to kick the viral respiratory infection he had (cat snot is gross!).  we put softclaws on Eros to save both Hogan’s hide and ours!  The boy is a kneader or in cat terms, he’s a master biscuit maker. 

My boys are the two sweetest things ever.  Eros espeically.  Hogan has his moments of sweetness, but for the most part he’s the consumate cat.  I compare them to Garfield and Nermal a lot.

And lastly I’ll leave you with this, hands down my favorite picture of Eros.  He’s very photogenic!