waaaaghlord wrote:-Kanrabat- wrote:
Wicked. What's his/her name?
Her name is Chippie (pronounce "sheepee"). "Chippie" is the French word for a female little rascal. She's a young troublemaker born April 3rd 2010, I guess. She's the youngest of my 3 cats. I also have two huge males. The orange tabby is around 7yo while the Sylvester impersonator is 5yo.

This is off topic, but Chippie's birth and adoption's story is peculiar enough that it need to be shared.
I work at a factory, using an automatic saw. I also take care of shipping and pick-ups. We have hydraulic docks so we can load trucks with a small lift-buggy easely. One fateful monday morning, April 5th, I was unloading a truck. But me and the driver heard some strange mewing sounds. I thought it was just background seaguls at first, but the driver kew the sound was way closer. He had a hunch and asked me to lift up the loading dock. What we found inside that heavy duty industrial hydraulic equipment was... a litter of kittens!





For a month, we left them there. It's pretty empty inside that thing and there was no risks at all for the kittens to be crushed. Each times we used that loading dock, the mommy would flee. Of course, she always came back to feed her kits. That cat nest was in the main loading dock so they were disturbed a lot of times each days. The manager snuck in food and water. They became the place's mascots for a while. In the first week of may, everyone in place took and adopted a kitten. Having already two cats, I followed my heart and adopted the white one. My sister, having already 3 cats... adopted the last one nobody wanted!
However, we took them from their mom too soon. So we had to feed them with special milk from a bottle.


Chippie was in full health, but a cat, any cat, is never free. Expensive vet bills, sterilisation, all the Magic cards she destroyed by using them as an alternate litter box..... Still, I cannot part with my favorite leg-warmer.
Chippie love to drink water from the sink. She LOVE boxes, paper bags, and the lazer pointer.

She also lost an epic fight against me, December 31st 2010. Notice that my Transformers collection was pretty young.

Maybe I should create a thread about pets VS toy collecting. One thing is sure, my Transformers collection is all in my living room. When I'm going, I say "woush-woush!" and all the cats instantly leave the room. I then close the door so no catastrophic shenanigans happen.
Thanks for reading!