Here's a recent picture of me, visiting my mother's house in April of 2004.
That's her dog, Amber. My glasses are on the table.
![[Image: sirian-april04.jpg]](http://sirian.warpcore.org/misc/sirian-april04.jpg)
Now some pics of my little tiger. His name is Max.
![[Image: max-chair.jpg]](http://sirian.warpcore.org/misc/max-chair.jpg)
Although I got Max from someone I know, the poor little guy was in bad shape. He was the lightest in color of a litter of four and his mother is a wisp of a little thing. I got him at five weeks, not yet weaned, and had to feed him with a dropper for the first few days, and teach him how to eat. More like how to suck on the food, but eventually he figured it out and now actually eats instead of nursing from a bowl.
Poor guy had a warble in his neck, a parasite, bigger around than an adult person's thumbnail. Oof. They get into the digestive tract as larvae and eat their way out from the inside. Nasty life form. Two of Max's litter mates did not survive, and I have no doubt he would have been a goner, too, without my intervention. Too bad I could only adopt/help/save one, but one is more than none. I took him down to the vet, and for one U. S. Grant got the warble removed, antibiotics treated into the gaping wound, and a week's worth of additional medicine to give him twice a day, orally, with a dropper.
So now I've got a rug rat here. An ankle biter. He gives new meaning to the words apron strings, as he follows me from room to room, up and down the stairs no matter how brief the trip. Good natured little guy. He has maximum energy/spunk/spirit, though, so that's how he got his name. He sure does love to play. Cats always love to play, but even among cats, this one is a real gamer.
Max has fully recovered from the parasite. He's all healed up now. Only sign of it is that the new fur that grew in over the wound area is out of synch (in terms of color/striping) with the rest of his pattern. Scar fur.
Max was a terribly messy eater at first.
![[Image: max-messy-eater.jpg]](http://sirian.warpcore.org/misc/max-messy-eater.jpg)
He was fond of putting both paws into the bowl, into the food, then sucking on the food like it was a teat. I had to baby him along something incredible, heating his food and water and milk in the microwave to get it to body temperature. Then he'd blindly nose around looking for mama to latch on to, and more food would end up on the floor (or rather, on that sheet of newspaper) than inside him. So gather it up and put it back in the bowl and try again. The little fellow needed plenty of help. Of course, I couldn't get it all back into the bowl. He tracked it all over the paper with his paws.
Here he is with one paw in the bowl, tipping it toward him so he can reach that last bite of food.
![[Image: max-tipping-bowl.jpg]](http://sirian.warpcore.org/misc/max-tipping-bowl.jpg)
Did I mention that he's a gamer? Here he is playing around in the box where I put the crushed aluminum cans.
![[Image: max-cans-box.jpg]](http://sirian.warpcore.org/misc/max-cans-box.jpg)
And here he is attacking a shoestring.
![[Image: max-shoestring.jpg]](http://sirian.warpcore.org/misc/max-shoestring.jpg)
He's about 2.5x that size now, so I need to get some more recent pics out of the camera and into the computer. He can jump from the floor to a chair seat now, jump across the gap from the couch to the recliner without blinking, and scale vertical cloth surfaces with no trouble, like the back of my office chair. He's very quick. Have to watch every step, as he's still not wary enough of people's feet to avoid getting himself stepped on, although he is learning. I figure it's a matter of days, weeks at most, before he finds a way onto the countertop or the top of the fridge
and the scolding must begin.
Sirian:![[Image: gripe.gif]](http://sirian.warpcore.org/smilies/gripe.gif)
Max:
Onlookers:
- Sirian
That's her dog, Amber. My glasses are on the table.
Now some pics of my little tiger. His name is Max.
Although I got Max from someone I know, the poor little guy was in bad shape. He was the lightest in color of a litter of four and his mother is a wisp of a little thing. I got him at five weeks, not yet weaned, and had to feed him with a dropper for the first few days, and teach him how to eat. More like how to suck on the food, but eventually he figured it out and now actually eats instead of nursing from a bowl.
Poor guy had a warble in his neck, a parasite, bigger around than an adult person's thumbnail. Oof. They get into the digestive tract as larvae and eat their way out from the inside. Nasty life form. Two of Max's litter mates did not survive, and I have no doubt he would have been a goner, too, without my intervention. Too bad I could only adopt/help/save one, but one is more than none. I took him down to the vet, and for one U. S. Grant got the warble removed, antibiotics treated into the gaping wound, and a week's worth of additional medicine to give him twice a day, orally, with a dropper.
So now I've got a rug rat here. An ankle biter. He gives new meaning to the words apron strings, as he follows me from room to room, up and down the stairs no matter how brief the trip. Good natured little guy. He has maximum energy/spunk/spirit, though, so that's how he got his name. He sure does love to play. Cats always love to play, but even among cats, this one is a real gamer.
Max has fully recovered from the parasite. He's all healed up now. Only sign of it is that the new fur that grew in over the wound area is out of synch (in terms of color/striping) with the rest of his pattern. Scar fur.
Max was a terribly messy eater at first.
He was fond of putting both paws into the bowl, into the food, then sucking on the food like it was a teat. I had to baby him along something incredible, heating his food and water and milk in the microwave to get it to body temperature. Then he'd blindly nose around looking for mama to latch on to, and more food would end up on the floor (or rather, on that sheet of newspaper) than inside him. So gather it up and put it back in the bowl and try again. The little fellow needed plenty of help. Of course, I couldn't get it all back into the bowl. He tracked it all over the paper with his paws.
Here he is with one paw in the bowl, tipping it toward him so he can reach that last bite of food.
Did I mention that he's a gamer? Here he is playing around in the box where I put the crushed aluminum cans.
And here he is attacking a shoestring.
He's about 2.5x that size now, so I need to get some more recent pics out of the camera and into the computer. He can jump from the floor to a chair seat now, jump across the gap from the couch to the recliner without blinking, and scale vertical cloth surfaces with no trouble, like the back of my office chair. He's very quick. Have to watch every step, as he's still not wary enough of people's feet to avoid getting himself stepped on, although he is learning. I figure it's a matter of days, weeks at most, before he finds a way onto the countertop or the top of the fridge
and the scolding must begin.Sirian:
Max:
Onlookers:
- Sirian
Fortune favors the bold.
![[Image: sirian-pizza-1.jpg]](http://sirian.warpcore.org/misc/sirian-pizza-1.jpg)
![[Image: sirian-pizza-2.jpg]](http://sirian.warpcore.org/misc/sirian-pizza-2.jpg)
![[Image: sirian-pizza-3.jpg]](http://sirian.warpcore.org/misc/sirian-pizza-3.jpg)
