Phinny, short for "Phenomenon," is shown off at the Escondido Humane Society.
Phinny, short for "Phenomenon," is shown off at the Escondido Humane Society.
Kitty ping. and does anyone here owned by a cat practice strategic deworming? I just saw the term yesterday and it sounds very odd.
My father told me years ago that all tri-colored cats were female. I’ll have to print this article to prove to him that even HE can sometimes be wrong. But, at 90 years of age, he has very seldom been wrong.
On second thought, I won’t tell him about this. At his age, I would hate to disallusion him.
*singing*
“Phenomenon - doo, doo, doo-doo-doo!
Phenomenon - doo doo-doo-doo!
Phenomenon - doo, doo, doo-doo-doo
doo-doo-doo
doo-doo-doo
doo-doo-doo doo-doo doo, doo, doooo, doo!”
Phinny, you see, is a male tortoiseshell, a tricolor cat. He's not quite the missing link in the cat world, but is undoubtedly a rare quirk of nature, for reasons of genetics.someone I know once told me that all-white cats can be male or female, but that the all-white male cats are always sterile.
meow.. I mean ‘ping’.
A truly handsome tri-color kitty. =^..^=
I've been partial to torties ever since I rescued a beautiful black tortie kitten who had been dumped in the alley behind my apartment house in 1989. She looked as if someone had flicked random bits of paint on a black velvet background. She was green-eyed. She looked like a miniature lioness in wintertime, with her long fur.
I currently have three cats, all torties:
A 10-year-old who has some smoke coloring in her neck ruff area. She has green eyes and is more medium-haired. She has three black legs and one front paw that looks like it's been dipped in bleach.
A 6-year-old who is a red tortie... waves of sable, cream, and black. Gold eyes. She's really gorgeous and seems to know it--she's certainly got the mixture of sweet and bratty which some of us call "tortie-tude."
The youngest, about 2 years old, is tortie-and-white. Four white feet. Extremely long fur in wintertime. A splash of white on her ruff and on her belly. A splash of beige on her face, and green eyes. She has a tail that resembles a drum major's plume when carried upright.
She looks like a tortie on most of her body--red-and-black swirls. But she also has some fairly large blotches of color on her front legs and her belly, which is more characteristic of a calico. Some cats aren't so neatly categorized as either torties or calicos by their coloring; I've seen some other torties like this.
We were not “cat people,” but on two occasions were adopted by cats. The first was a tortoise-shell, the colors arranged in tabby-stripes. A friend told us that they are always female. The second was a calico, looking very much like the cat in “Monet’s Garden.” We were also told that they are always female.
Well, this IS a DuCATi!
Mark
This is indeed a queer story
Ping-eth.
There is a tricolor male stray here. Sweetest little fella ever, he’d be in our house if it weren’t for Bella, the obnoxious, who feels that she should be the only cat in the world. We carried him to the door, and she ran from the window where she had been glowering at us all to the door spitting and snarling, and the little guy...he just didn’t get it...he kept leaning out, sniffing. Put the Bella beast in her soft kitty carrier so he could sniff her and keep his nose...she was so mad that she was scooting the kitty carrier across the floor. So...in the end, Jerrie (named by the Princess of course...yes, it’s short for Mungojerrie) is outside, comes to our house every evening to eat and play with the Princess, and spends the night planting lovely kitty paw prints on the hood of our car. Spends the days sleeping, usually in our pumpkin patch (the big leaves are pretty shady). And Grizabella, who thinks she should rule the world, is content to glare at the pumpkin patch from the living room window...and occasionally hiss. For the record, Rummy (for those of you reading this who are not family, yes, Rummy is short for Rumpelteazer...but...he’s a dog, not a cat and...well...he’s a he...not a she...don’t ask me, ask the Princess, she named him) loves Jerrie, and wishes that he would let him kiss him all over his little furry head.
Oh yeah, back to my reason for posting! We assumed that Jerrie was a she (and originally called “her” Demeter)...that ended the day “she” let the Princess pick him up...she carried “her” to us with “her” belly and lower exposed, and “she” is definitely, indeed a Tom...in need of a visit to the dreaded snip snip office!
I had just assumed it was unusual to see a male tricolor...not that it was all uber rare...I’m going to have to have a talk with the Bella, convince her that Jerrie is special and needs a safe home (and a trip to the snip snip office).
Hey, this is my old hood!
Maybe we should enter him/her in the Kitty Olympics. does East Germany still field a team? :0)