About Georgie

Georgie was found on the side of a road, having been nearly run over by the car of the lady that found him. He didn’t run away when approached. We believe this is because he was too weak from starvation. His kitty family was nowhere around. The lady that found him couldn’t keep him. She believed he was likely from a feral or half-feral litter. I agreed to ‘take a look’ at him. I found:

A scruffy, skinny, 5-6 week old, tiny, squeaking, frightened, orange-striped kitten with enormous paws and ears and still-blue eyes. I don’t know who I thought I was kidding when I said “I’d take a look”. As though I’d say, “No, this kitten really doesn’t suit me.”

I melted.

He barely knew how to eat. I had to show him his food and remind him to eat it.

I settled him into the office with me.

He would get his Fancy Feast all over his nose and face. I would get a wet wipe and clean off his tiny furry face after he was done. He would sneeze into his water trying to figure out how to drink it. He ate a little and crawled up on my shoulder and into my hair to sleep.

I decided to call him George. Around the time the kitten arrived I had been thinking of my Grandpa and how he used to always try to convince me his name was George, which it wasn’t. (Of course, Grandpa also would tell me that he crawled under the bed one day and the bed springs got his hair, and that’s why he didn’t have any hair on the top of his head.)

Georgie started out pretty skeletal. He still really needed his kitty mommy, but we had no idea what had happened to her or his siblings.

But soon he started eating everything and his fuzzy tummy grew fatter.

Georgie has grown like a weed. His eyes have changed to a beautiful gold that matches his coat. His back legs are slightly longer than his front legs, somewhat like an Egyptian breed’s legs. He’s learned to jump like a spring, much to his delight. He is now doing quite well and is the fuzzy ball of devilment you saw on the front-page of this site. He gets into absolutely everything.

Poor “Octi” is our out-of-control resident Pothos potted plant. Octi had the run of the kitchen and was slowly creeping into every nook and cranny, hugging the curtain rods and window ledges with his leafy arms. If you’ve ever seen the Stargate SG-1 episode where plants had taken over SG-1, that is like Octi. He had a calm, quiet existence.

Until Georgie.

Octi and the microwave have now switched places in an attempt to foil Georgie. While it’s very cute (Look! We planted a kitten seed and it sprouted!) Georgie was making a terrible mess, flinging dirt around and squishing poor Octi – and occasionally snacking on Octi’s leaves. While Octi isn’t deathly toxic to kitties, it isn’t the best for them.

Georgie is so proud of himself when he learns to do new things. He just loves Maggie. She has not been quite so sure about him. He doesn’t care. I think she secretly does like him, she has taught him some of her fun stunts such as slithering out the door crack when we come in so that we have to drop our bags and go out and retrieve the kitties off the deck. They then act pretty disgruntled. We sometimes rescue Maggie when Georgie pesters her too incessantly.