I missed Riley's birthday!
My baby boy, Riley, turned five on July 22. I kinda sorta forgot to post here about it. Oops?
He's a lynx point Ragdoll-maybe. I got him from a shelter when he was 3 months old. They didn't have any info on him, except that he came to them with an eye infection. I was there on a Friday in October 2008, met his brother Charlie, left Charlie there and returned on the following Wednesday. At the time it seemed the right thing to do. I knew it was the right thing when I went back and saw Riley. I adopted them both. Someone or something was guiding me. I was meant to have Riley, even though I didn't know he was there at the time. :)
For the record, the day after I met Charlie I phoned the shelter and asked them to hold him for me, which they were happy to do. I had booked off the Wednesday with no real purpose for doing so. See? Meant to be and I apologize to Charlie at least once a month for leaving him there for those few days. :)
Riley is the youngest of my herd and the Alpha cat of the household. He weighs about 15.5 pounds and is several inches taller and longer than Roxy, who is next biggest, even though she weighs 18 pounds. He's at least part Rag, according to the vet. His ears are a bit big and his neck is a little long for a purebred. I don't care. He's my baby boy and I love him, even when he sprawls on my pillow at 4 a.m. and chirps at me, while patting my face with his gigantic, soft paws.
I have a basket of Riley. I'm the only one. ;-)
Checking out a delivery.
His favourite place to sleep. While everyone else sleeps in the bedroom, he can be found in the living room in his chair. Until 4 a.m. of course. ;-)
Can you say relaxed?
Having a cuddle with Charlie. Couple of dorks. ♥
He's a lynx point Ragdoll-maybe. I got him from a shelter when he was 3 months old. They didn't have any info on him, except that he came to them with an eye infection. I was there on a Friday in October 2008, met his brother Charlie, left Charlie there and returned on the following Wednesday. At the time it seemed the right thing to do. I knew it was the right thing when I went back and saw Riley. I adopted them both. Someone or something was guiding me. I was meant to have Riley, even though I didn't know he was there at the time. :)
For the record, the day after I met Charlie I phoned the shelter and asked them to hold him for me, which they were happy to do. I had booked off the Wednesday with no real purpose for doing so. See? Meant to be and I apologize to Charlie at least once a month for leaving him there for those few days. :)
Riley is the youngest of my herd and the Alpha cat of the household. He weighs about 15.5 pounds and is several inches taller and longer than Roxy, who is next biggest, even though she weighs 18 pounds. He's at least part Rag, according to the vet. His ears are a bit big and his neck is a little long for a purebred. I don't care. He's my baby boy and I love him, even when he sprawls on my pillow at 4 a.m. and chirps at me, while patting my face with his gigantic, soft paws.
I have a basket of Riley. I'm the only one. ;-)
Checking out a delivery.
His favourite place to sleep. While everyone else sleeps in the bedroom, he can be found in the living room in his chair. Until 4 a.m. of course. ;-)
Can you say relaxed?
Having a cuddle with Charlie. Couple of dorks. ♥