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Little Bear

American Shorthair

Overall satisfaction

4.25/5

Acquired: Other (stray, given cat by friend etc.)

Gender: Female

Appearance

3/5

Intelligence

4/5

Friendly with owners

5/5

Good with dogs

2/5

ActivityLevel

5/5

Appropriate vocalization

4/5

Playfulness

3/5

Healthiness

5/5

Easy to groom

5/5

Need for attention

2/5

Little Bear The Black American Shorthair...

By

United States

Posted May 21, 2015

Little Bear was originally a Las Vegas kitten. She was three weeks old when a girl found her abandoned and decided to take her home, keep her for a day and then give her to me. She told me the kitten was probably 5 weeks old, so I thought she would survive. I knew better than to get myself a kitten that was too young because in Korea I had a Siamese that was only 3 weeks and she passed away. I didn't want to go through that again. I didn't recognize her age though, until I took her to a vet a week later who told me she was 4 weeks old and that given her story he was surprised she was alive. I didn't know it then, but Little Bear was always a fighter. The kitten was small enough to fit in one hand while I gave her baby formula mixed with water through an eye dropper with the other. She had blue eyes at the time and giant ears she would twitch with every sip, holding the dropper with her paws. She looked like a beautiful little black gremlin. When she was done she would look up at me with those piercing blue eyes. It was very easy to form a connection with her and her with me. As she grew up though, and I put her on soft and then solid food, she developed a weird sort of creepy habit. If I had a blanket on my lap or a sweater on, something soft, she would face plant it and start suckling on it. Kind of cute when she was just a few weeks old, but super creepy when she got older. Then she started doing it to anyone. So awkward! Other than that though, she is a very sweet cat. One day my other cat (both live at my mother's house out in the country), Phrenic, got mad at me over something. She's a little fluffy ball of anger. This time though she was so mad when I kept coming closer to her, despite her hissing, that she took a swipe at me. Little Bear ran right up to her and started swatting her with her paw, something she had never done before, trying to defend me. There is a first story roof outside the window of the second story loft where the cats live. In the summer when the window is open they like to jump out onto that roof and make their way down it to the ground. One day I was trying to clean the loft and I was going to use bleach on the floor so I didn't want Little Bear in there. All the other cats were already outside. So I picked her up, petted her, and tried to put her out the window. She got scared and frantically grabbed the window's edges with her claws. Normally a cat wouldn't think twice about scratching you as you tried to push it out a second story window, but Little Bear just clung to that window's edge. When she would put her paws on me she would retract her claws beforehand. She absolutely refused to hurt me. So eventually I felt so bad that I walked her down the stairs and threw her out that way. Of course she beat me running around the house, jumping up onto the roof and into the second story window of the loft before I had a chance to close the window again. The one thing I like about cats over ferrets (my favorite type of animal apart from monkeys) is that they will tell you when they're hungry, just in case you've forgotten. I feel like they train you, rather than the other way around.

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