[crjackson]

Floki

 

[crjackson]

Katniss, my Russian Blue, is the Queen, she is the Alpha

 

[Beechkid]

Our 1st pound pup was Jasmine..... a black silky feline ..... had her for 18 years.... she guarded our mustang like death before dishonor!!!!! Nobody was allowed anywhere near her in our garage without me or the wife standing right there......!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[crjackson]

Our 1st pound pup was Jasmine..... a black silky feline ..... had her for 18 years.... she guarded our mustang like death before dishonor!!!!! Nobody was allowed anywhere near her in our garage without me or the wife standing right there......!!!!!!!!!!!

Cool, You should see if you have any pics Jasmine that you can post.

 

[Beechkid]

Cool, You should see if you have any pics Jasmine that you can post.

Here is the pair.......

Jasmine was also known as "Houdi-net"..... she could literally escape from anywhere she wanted to. smart as a whip too! Very fond of hot-spicey Italian sausage BBQ..... and was definitely the "Little Lady"... always prim and proper. Passed away at 18 years of age.

Mussie (Italian for Mouth or Mug) (aka nick name of "Tank") as you can see she was a beast...15+ lbs solid muscle! With the philosophy of "If 5 pounds of force won't work, 50 should do just fine! She was in charge of physical security. You can't see it in this pic but her fang teeth actually hung down like an inverted bull-dogs mouth! Although she was officially a "tortie", I swear her mommy was a bob-cat and her daddy was a Tyrannosaurus.! HA! Mussie passed away July 3 last year, 21 years of age.

 

[crjackson]

Beautiful cats, sorry they’re gone

 

[Beechkid]

Beautiful cats, sorry they’re gone

Thanks CR... they were characters- Mussie would chase a ball, both would sit up on their hinds and take food out of your hand and walk on a leash! Here's Gracie! Just a sweetie! and very smart as well.. shes 13 years old and have had her for about 11 years now! She and Jasmine were both "Pound Pups", Gracie being a forclosure abandon and Mussie was 6 weeks old and either pushed out of her litter (she was terribly far sighted) or was dumped at our house. Gracie does everything they did... except... and I'm not kidding when I say this, she doesn't have a mean bone in her body....she doesn't know how to hiss! She tried the very 1st time she saw a racoon....and it was the funniest thing we had ever seen.... just kinda of a squeek and that was it! and yes, she actually has Blue Pupils!

 

[crjackson]

We just lost our 2 year old Ragnar. He was very unique too. He didn’t meow, hiss, or make any noise even if you stepped on him. He felt no pain, and wasn’t afraid of ANYTHING at all. The only noises he made were purring and he sounded like he was talking. When he was hungry, or wanted me to pick him up, he would say daddy. Those were his only noises. He was my absolute best friend in this world. He followed me everywhere, even into the shower. He started purring if I said his name, or touched him at all, even by accident.

He got sick one day a few months back, and struggled to breathe. I took him to the vet and they did an MRI. He had a collapsed lung. His heart was enlarged and pressed against his lung until it caved in. He was hours from death. The vet said he was suffocating miserably and should be put down immediately to save him from the awful experience. He became unbelievably weak, and I held him as they put him to sleep. He was purring to his last breath, and looking me in the eyes. I felt like I betrayed him. I still do. I had him cremated and have his urn in the living room.

I adopted Floki from the shelter, 2 weeks later.

 

[Forddenial]

Just know, you didn't betray Ragnar. Call me weird, but I've always been a firm believer that when you have a connection with animals, they can understand when you talk to them. I've always talked to mine (had a dog and was adopted by friends' and my wife's dogs and cats) and they always know.

Miranda, my old minpin, would only walk off-leash with me because i swatted her butt when she came back after running away then sat her down and explained to her why i swatted her.

Also, another weird thing about me (and kinda ironic that you name your cats Norse names): I believe cats are conduits between the Veil. There is a chance that Ragnar will return, or whomever of your ancestors stepped through into him from the Green Lands.

 

[crjackson]

Actually, I did talk to him all the time, and one would think, that he did understand me. He seemed to have a human sole and was not my pet. He was my friend and companion. He had a Viking spirit, and was the most fearless, calm creature I’ve ever known. He was indeed named after King Ragnar, and he was the King of our feline household. The bigger & older cats (and dog), instantly submitted to him without conflict. They moved aside to let him eat 1st, or let him lay in the cat bed, or in my lap. It was automatic.

Floki is a trickster, constantly running 100 mph, and playing tag with the others. He is fast… He sneaks up and smacks the other cats, and runs like a speed demon before the others can even turn around, and as you can see, he has incredible poise. He’s not afraid of any of the others either (even as a tiny kitten). He gets attacked for his hijinks sometimes, but he always wins, and thinks fighting is fun. I felt like he most reminded me of a trickster with the heart of a fearless warrior, so I named him Floki.

I would have mortgaged my house and sold my cars if money could have bought Raggy more time. It just wasn’t possible. I spent several thousand dollars on his last day (at the animal hospital). The MRI and the cardiologist were very expensive. I would have done or payed anything to save him.

 

[Beechkid]

We just lost our 2 year old Ragnar. He was very unique too. He didn’t meow, hiss, or make any noise even if you stepped on him. He felt no pain, and wasn’t afraid of ANYTHING at all. The only noises he made were purring and he sounded like he was talking. When he was hungry, or wanted me to pick him up, he would say daddy. Those were his only noises. He was my absolute best friend in this world. He followed me everywhere, even into the shower. He started purring if I said his name, or touched him at all, even by accident.

He got sick one day a few months back, and struggled to breathe. I took him to the vet and they did an MRI. He had a collapsed lung. His heart was enlarged and pressed against his lung until it caved in. He was hours from death. The vet said he was suffocating miserably and should be put down immediately to save him from the awful experience. He became unbelievably weak, and I held him as they put him to sleep. He was purring to his last breath, and looking me in the eyes. I felt like I betrayed him. I still do. I had him cremated and have his urn in the living room.

I adopted Floki from the shelter, 2 weeks later.
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Ok, now you got tears rolling from my eyes...... that's a hard one. Mussie passed away at home as well, expected, natural causes, love em all