So last weekend, I adopted two kitties.
I've only mentioned it this week because I wasn't sure one of those kitties was going to make it. I managed to get two cats - one a seven year old flame point Himalayan and the other a black, doll faced Persian. I was told the Himalayan was a 'picky eater' and that she was always skinny. Himalayans are notoriously chunky cats. Like, google 'Himalayan healthy weight' and you will be inundated with warnings that Himalyans love food and you have to work to keep them skinny. Not even skinny, just not fat.
The healthy weight for a Himalayan cat is between 7 and 12 pounds.
Meechee . . . . if she was five pounds when I got her, I'd eat my hat. I'd more likely say she weighed almost four (I don't own a scale, so I don't know).
She was so skinny I could feel both sides of her shoulder blades. I could feel every one of her vertebrae. I offered her easy digest kibble, easy digest wet food and raw chicken livers. She loves the chicken livers, but when I first got her, she only had the strength to eat one.
But she would drink a gallon of blood!
In a week, on the blood and chicken liver diet, she has gained around a pound. That's amazing on a cat that's supposed to weigh 12 pounds total. When I first got her, she'd eat her fill, then sleep for literally 24 hours straight. Now she'll eat, sleep for half an hour to one hour, then wake up and eat again before sleeping for three or four hours.
She hates to be brushed even though I got her a baby hairbrush for her thin skin, so we'll have to work on that.
Cat#2 is the doll faced Persian. If you only know Persians from the smashed in face, doll faces are the opposite of that. Fifty years ago, Persians were supposed to have a 'short nose' so some breeders interpreted that as 'nose directly between their eyeballs!' Doll faced persians look like normal, long haired cats. They still have the hyooooge round eyes and short, chunky bodies of regular persians, so they are very, very cute.
Cat #2 was named 'Melvin' when I got her, which I instantly named to Onyx. For the first three days, Onyx hid in terror. By the fifth day, this was her new house and she loved everyone who walked into it, even rubbing up against the dogs and drinking from the fish tank.
Me: You are a very cute kitty. I'm glad you aren't desperately skinny.
Onyx: Mrrrp. Squeak. Beep!
Me: Yuuuuus, you're so cute! You're a nice healthy weight with a nice round belly. . . . . a nice firm belly.
Onyx: Purr. Squeak!
Me: . . . . are you pregnant?
Oy vey. Well, I'm glad she's not giving birth in that environment. Anyone want some half-Persian kittens?
Listening to: Antti Martikainen - At the Gates of Babylon
Reading: Grimm Fairy Tales
Playing: With my kitties