- Sep 10, 2003
@Matata Atticus is HUGE! His papa is gorgeous, too.@SparklieBug Atticus is a Savannah cat. He weighs 27 lbs, is almost 22 inches at the shoulder, and almost 3 feet long from tip of nose to base of tail. His dad is an African Serval and Atticus, by pure luck of the genetic dice, got his size from his dad. A friend of mine has Atticus's brother from the same litter and he's slightly larger than an average house cat. This is Falkor, his dad.
You can skim through 200+ pages of Atticus antics from the night he came home till now hereI hope you post more pictures and stories at some point.
Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous. But (I think and never say never) you have cured me of ever wanting a Savannah of my own. I cannot even deal with the garden variety DSH housecat.@SparklieBug He is pure feline but with the intensity gene ramped up. Focused, smart, stubborn, sweet as sugar, hyper-vigilant, rarely sleeps longer than 15 minutes at a time, always engaged in whatever activity I'm attempting to do, bonded only to me but tolerant of a few other people he sees frequently. It's difficult to explain but everything he does is just MORE feline than the average semi-compliant cat.
We have childproof locks on all toilets as well as cabinets and drawers we don't want him getting into. Changed all our interior doorknobs to lock from both sides (he can open round and lever knobs). Replaced our wood floors with vinyl plank because he loves to play in water, turns on the faucets and has a good time. Our laundry room and kitchen have been flooded three times. Anything breakable that survived kitten hood is secured to furniture and walls with museum putty.
When you live with a SV -- especially the higher generations F1 through F3 -- you adapt your life to the cat and you have to have a sense of humor and infinite patience. I have 3 other SVs in addition to Atticus, 2 F2s and an F6.
The above link/site caused me to stay up far past my usual bedtime, despite having to get up early this morning! LOL! What an adventure for your household—and I'm only up to page 22 due to carefully looking at ALL the pictures, and ALL the videos.You can skim through 200+ pages of Atticus antics from the night he came home till now here
You deserve a medal for heroism if you make it all the way through.The above link/site caused me to stay up far past my usual bedtime, despite having to get up early this morning! LOL! What an adventure for your household—and I'm only up to page 22 due to carefully looking at ALL the pictures, and ALL the videos.
Next time I'm in Brooklyn visiting stepson, we should get together for a visit and discuss. Oregon is a long way to come to see cats, only one of whom will allow you to hug him (and it isn't Atticus). Juba Kai is a universal lover who'll drool all over you; Taji is huggable but squirrelly and doesn't like to stay still very long; Maliik doesn't even like it when I pet him; and Atticus, well, you might be able to sneak in a chin scratch without getting bruised.If we ever get done with the RW gate maybe one day I can visit because I am in love with your babies.
LOL! Well, I'm on the road for a few days, and I expect that I'll be able to view a whole lotta cat SV photos (your crew and others in the related thread) in my spare time.You deserve a medal for heroism if you make it all the way through.
Wonderful that Rhonda and Brodie are doing well! Yay! We are hanging in there thanks for asking @violet3 and taking it one day at a time. We keep plugging along and treating the cats and hoping for good news soon. Fred is very weak and not sure he is going to be able to beat this. We hope and pray he can and to that end doing all we can for him. But we realize it may not be enough.I am so sorry I didn't see this! Rhonda and Brodie are much better - no more coughing! It was a rough run around here for a while. How are your sweet babies doing?
that is so sad, poor innocent defenceless puppyIt’s the same thing here @Daisys and Diamonds. Today (Nov 5th) is Guy Fawkes night, but people have been setting off fireworks since before the weekend. My only consolation that my sweet Dottie isn’t with us anymore, Is that she was always absolutely terrified by the loud bangs and whistles. She would try and find somewhere to hide, but being a big dog, she couldn’t get under anything. We would take her upstairs, close all the curtains and put the TV on as loud as we could stand it to try and drown out the noise till it was over. I read today of an 18 week old puppy being so terrified, it died of a heart attack.