These are my babies. The black one is Rocky, 10 years old and the other one is Harley Earl, 3 yrs old. Both are rescues. Both think they're human. Unfortunately, I've never been able to teach them how to do human things - clean house, do the dishes, etc......
I found Rocky in the parking lot of the place I worked about 10 years ago. We speculate that he "rode the rail into town" on one of the other cars parked on the lot. He was really tiny and sick. He fit in the palm of my hand and spent the first week I had him in the intensive care unit of my vet's office. He was my "$500 monster kitty!" He's named after the movie character of the same name - he has no concept of the word "no." But I swear he understands every word I say....
Harley was a shelter adoption. He and his brother were found huddled next to their dead mother along side of the rode, after a night of pouring rain and thunderstorms. His brother was black and white and marked like a tuxedo. When I spotted him, he came right out and reached his paw through the cage at me. The shelter folks said this was very unusual for him because his brother was usually the dominate one of the two. So - I figured it was a sign and brought him home that day. (I actually felt bad about leaving his brother there alone and called the next day to say I'd take him too, but he had been adopted already.) The shelter named him Harley because he came in the same day as a new Harley Davidson bike had been donated to the shelter for auction to raise money. I'm not a big fan of motorcycles.....but I didn't change his name right away. I like to let my babies "name themselves." About a week after he came home with me, I was watching TV and he was sitting on the end of the bed. A car advertisement came on and said, "Hi! My name is Harley Earl..." and when he heard his name, that cat's head whipped around and looked at the TV set so fast I thought his head would fly off! Well, that was that. He became "Harley Earl." He, too, is smart as a whip! Although he remains traumatized from his kitten ordeal - as soon as it start to rain, he dives under the bed and won't come out until it stops raining. Poor little guy.
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